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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