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Cogitatus
how long
do I have -
before your
glazed eyes
greet me
when I pause
to look up
from my page?
each time
I think to myself
~who else is here?~
I’ve spilled every
last drop
of the battle
I suit up for
on any given
Tuesday;
what remains
before I run out
of ways to say
I’m not alright?
~I won’t ever be alright~
but as long as
you’re willing
to watch this
fight to the death,
I’m willing
to put on
a show
when my throat
becomes scratchy,
full of that
darkness
that can’t get
quite comfortable
here
~not anymore~
then I’ll come,
and put my face
to the door,
and I’ll open it wide,
spilling my guts
to you
until nothing is left
but the last fight
and the soft light
on the other side
of this battlefield
do I have -
before your
glazed eyes
greet me
when I pause
to look up
from my page?
each time
I think to myself
~who else is here?~
I’ve spilled every
last drop
of the battle
I suit up for
on any given
Tuesday;
what remains
before I run out
of ways to say
I’m not alright?
~I won’t ever be alright~
but as long as
you’re willing
to watch this
fight to the death,
I’m willing
to put on
a show
when my throat
becomes scratchy,
full of that
darkness
that can’t get
quite comfortable
here
~not anymore~
then I’ll come,
and put my face
to the door,
and I’ll open it wide,
spilling my guts
to you
until nothing is left
but the last fight
and the soft light
on the other side
of this battlefield
Published 7th Oct 2020
Author's Note
#catharsis should be a theme 💜
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7th Oct 2020 6:02am
7th Oct 2020 12:24pm
I agree; I am sure if you suggest it, Webmiss would create it.
Beautifully done, Luna. A vulnerable expression of healing.
Beautifully done, Luna. A vulnerable expression of healing.
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8th Oct 2020 6:37pm
There is an honesty found in exhaustion I tried to capture in my last write, a place where you are laid bare and only the deepest truth flows from you. I feel that here.
8th Oct 2020 10:06pm
