No one has ever asked if I could
hang on to the breaking thread a little longer
and even when I fall, no one will ask if I could
hold my breath underwater.
Disappearance becomes nothing more
than a mind game, and the fall
depicts a team on losing end.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
