Tug-of-War
This time,
I let the rope slip through my fingers,
in the slithering of the wind
squeezing through the gaps in my teeth,
funneling into my lungs,
as momentum slaves,
someone,
something
chimes in my ear,
Sometimes it's better to lose.
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Paint Us Gray: Part 2
Poetry(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!) Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand nar...
