Poems from coral.raven

I don't want to carry this with me anymore - I want my body to die and take this trauma with it - Bury us in a shallow grave to rot away,...
You're like smoke. - Shapeless, or just too many shapes to settle on anything real, anything solid. - If I make myself look, I can see you...
Oh, falling’s just a one-way flight, My boarding pass: the smile you gave. And you would try to catch me, right?   My feet hang from this...
“Sorry.” One word, her life upon a page. Glinting barbed wire wrapped around thin arms; The suit of armor was also a cage, And words...
When people ask me why it looks like I play tic-tac-toe on my wrists, I tell 'em it's because that's where I can feel my body insisting...

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