;
the tears decorating these pages articulate the emotions,
imprisoned in the depths of my throat
incomprehensible to my mind
more foreign still to my lips
yet my eyes speak in tongues
uncontrollably,
inconsolably.
hope i'm still to find;
dread, despair,
unconditionally mine.
4 words on repeat
a film clip,
a stuck record,
saying for 1000th time:
i want to die
i want to die.
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SEMICOLONS
Poetry; in which she dies a thousand deaths without flatlining. - all rights reserved.
