untethered

i see your ghosts

they glisten in your left eye

they twirl the corners of your mouth

they speak in absolutes

they insist you write it down

strict

lessons learned

obey

don’t stray

you will fall, you will lose.

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let them go

haunt another you.

tell them to walk the tracks

tell them you’d rather cry than cower

tell them you’re bored with them

cremate their weight

you’ve been wounded so well.

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