Oct. 24th, 2016

  • 7:59 PM
pridefall: (fml intensely | Naota)
there are some poems i keep to myself
hoarded in my chest like hummingbirds
or sparrows, or parakeets, or
--more often than not,:
like the laughter of
hyenas; because
every night i come close to writing:
"this poem is about how i once considered suicide,"
is just another scratch mark i need to make on a wall
somewhere between Rincon and Mayaguez
detailing every reason i know
about why i'm still here.

- "you don't know where i've been,"


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