Tagged: bruised

i don’t know how to

i don’t know how to
be a proper human, i make
little notes on how

to conduct myself, scratch out
wins, circle losses with a

bruised marker, i catch
myself staring at myself,
there’s no turning back
.
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a bruised wish also

a bruised wish also
stirs in the
wind, echoes
with an etude
of a hundred seedlings

preparing to loosen
like stylish white
scarves, surrendering,
lost, studied
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