unread
moments of redemption slip through your fingers
no, of course the violent pulp novel sequels are more interesting
than the hollow, needy codex on the bed
the quicksand cover blending with the spotted sheets
reshaping perspective
black smooth box with lid
regain perspective
three weeks have passed
overreacting ray
my alarm clock is spiteful
chirping at the meeting of exhaustion and rest
pull back and let go
allowing the purple tones to rise
the release is in the violence
builds, presses up against limits,
pushes, pressures
this book of mourning bleeds into conversations
apologetic of pain
understanding ryn
a quarter of a day away
your eyes are pink and glossy
words are able to draw the tears
i’ve wanted for months
but not like this
you hand me a cardboard book
with empty printer pages
and tell me to write
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