i watch the dying embers
of my cigarette
like stars in the night sky
those lonely distant
beacons of bursting light
that saved the broken
child
i look at them now and
their names
slip down my throat
where i cannot reach
them
(when did the stars fade)
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
