cloudy skies
23:30;i had arrived
at exactly
6:00 on the dot
the next morningi sat in anxious solitude
and as the minutes ticked by
they slowly became
an houri wasn't angry
but disappointed
a little sadbut once i heard
that old oak door
creak openmy naive hopes
began to stir
from some
sort of slumberi should learn
to not surrender
to my hopesfor when i saw
the purple bruise
painted across
your cheek,
i felt crushed
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Poezjathe romanticization of illness. © BANGTAN KIM completed.