Red eyes follow me
as I make my getaway,
your lazy, sugary gaze
following the trail of
my clumsy footsteps,
unwavering,
undeserving,
unaware.
I wonder what
it would feel like
to be able to accept
kindness with the lights on.
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HEAVENLY CORRUPTION
PoetryThe ramblings of a woman who spent too much time in confession and too little time trying to figure out what exactly she was apologizing for.
