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BLEAK

this hole
behind the sternum
that beats
like a heart
and moves
blood,
thick and rancid

one slow beat,
then another

a cold
drizzle
shivering
in its icy skin,

the sun,
that bright savior,
good as dead
under his
damp shroud
and me,
so tiny
in myself,
i am barely
a whisper

lost in
thought,
drunk
on sadness

knowing
better

oddly
ashamed

(54 unique words)
Written by javalini
Published
Author's Note
5/30
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