there's blood but i didn't spill it
ribs broken and i can't forgive it
you were my favourite lie
and now it's time to say goodbye
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The Wilting
Poetrythe wilting of words & the rebirth. a book of poems, heartaches & trust. © cora kane, 2019
POEM XIII.
there's blood but i didn't spill it
ribs broken and i can't forgive it
you were my favourite lie
and now it's time to say goodbye
