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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