There is a red-lit seam
Where your old life thins
Where the self you’ve been wearing
Begins to loosen like a dying star
You touch the bar
And feel the quiet ending
The soft collapse
Of a name you no longer need
Step through.
Let that version fall behind you
Some deaths are simply
The body agreeing
To stop pretending
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