Why does it
taste
so much
bitter?
The last drops
of
black coffee
bead
on the side
of my lips,
emptiness
cakes my
stomach,
there is
much
aloneness
here.
To smile
at the
chalky
sky
stirs deep
hurt,
paints
pale heart
with
echoes of
regret,
smooth:
a
cello
over
broken
yellow
glass.
A part of
you
no longer
exists—
it crackles
into the
distance,
bitter pink
on the
horizon .
Careful
what you give
away.
Goose pimples
on skin
when
laughter escapes—
let it.
It is time
to heal.
Piano solo
interlude
while watching
strangers
smile;
absolute
distance
washes
over
you—
terrifying—
freeing—
stone steps
lead
downwards
and away.
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