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five. it'll be over in five seconds, like a bandaid.
five minutes, down the elevator and out the door into the rain.
five days, the nightmares come with sleepless nights.
five months, and the anger and pain starts to fade.
five years, all that's left is a shadow of what it used to feel like
the starry nights and warm embraces have dissipated into a grey conglomerate
of scars and walls
go forth towards the sun. into the white froth of the dirty stone fountain and into the warmth of the morning. it's a new beginning for us, and it's beautiful.
i'm holding fast to his lanky arm.
the cold slams us
fills us
as i throw my head back;
i gasp, tears in my eyes
im just trying to understand
where we stand, whether im happy or sad.
is it over, are we beginning again?
i'm trying to
just inhale.
im a combination
a compilation
of numbers
and words
of images, music, memories,
saturday afternoons and uncomfortable moments.
pinch me,
i'm dreaming
like a jigsaw mashed into an incongruous space,
smushed at the sides,
forced into place.
i'm wrong, grotesque.
i'm lonely, i'm angry
i want to scream, but i'm not sure what
i want to fight, but i'm not sure who.
still on the docks.
close, together huddled in the midnight
trying to keep each other warm
while the wind runs tracks across our faces
and the water slaps our frozen toes
they flowed
like color from her fingers,
smooth and long, they came out in strands
her artistry
crisp with consonants and round with vowels.
she led them through fields:
cold and dark,
sharp green blades brushed against her ankles.
they were untouched by the colors of the morning.
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