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i broke the window

my rage splintered the glass globe that hung

above my suitcases crammed with wanderlust;

the comeback poems and barren landscapes

i want to walk are prickly shards on my mother's quilt


we flew alone to the skyline, stealing

a pinch of sun and half of a cloud

and i ate something unspecific

from your hand while you regaled me

with abroad stories

drugging me, dragging me


things got dark; you pressed my throat closed

once i found my rationale;

my rasping breaths scared you half to death

you tossed you way into my nightmares

and im at your mercy

until i wake


silence

the deck of cards shuffle

chance is not my friend

night terrors dont own me


i vomit up my dreams

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