Cursive letters spill
From my torn aorta
My open chest cavity
Leaks of rot
I'll chase this moment
Back with wine
And stand up
While my insides drop
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Like you couldn't stay
But where did you go?
I need an outlet for tonight
Moist eyes speak bounty of this woe
What came tomorrow
That we couldn't foresee?
Light before darkness
I elevate thee,
And release you
Of your misery.
-tirzah
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Author:
Tirzah Marie (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: March 29th, 2018 21:35
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