erasure

 
bitterly throwing my hands in the air
“your freedom, come find me”
I half-heartedly give up
    for now
seeking approval through ice
roman candles burn my palms
cascading sails      falling beneath my
t  i  n  y     toes
“you want me, you found me”

 

-”the game is over, my child… there never were rules”
                         erasure

green grass


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