themes: trauma, nightmares, anxiety
the other girl i become in my dreams
often finds herself flirting with death
i wonder if it's because she's bold enough
to know her unconsciousness is strong
or if it's because she's too scared
to fly through the heavenly clouds
if the man in the corner chose to shoot
would she stay and cry or run and hide
i never get to see the story end
because i'd rather tear my throat out first
nobody hears the sobs coming out
as she begs God to take her home
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aftertaste || poetry
Poesíathe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left