they say
everyone's made to be a priority
oh, does it mean
it's not just my time yet?
if death is the only way
for us to reach the center, the spotlight
how many times do i have to die?
to wait for those tears,
i've been longing from–
but i'll still sit here
beside my coffin
for the first and last time
i'll stop fighting for my worth.
i'll take away my own breath.
and when i can no longer afford
to see behind the glass
covering my upper body
that's it,
my most feared, most awaited
laughters
laughters
laughters
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Call Me Bacon
PoesieFamiliar with the story of egg and bacon? Wherein the hen is involved and the pig is committed. Way too similar with this poetry. The only contrast is, there's no such chicken and egg. Only the stupid pig who let herself be caught. And turned out to...
