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published: 8-9-2019


I feel like I've made some horrid mistake
in offering up my soul for you to take
for I lie here alone, motionless in bed
head pounding like a maelstrom, better off dead

barely a thought in my weary mind
as I think about the world you'd have me willingly leave behind

like a pot with soil whose nutrients are drained
this seed seeks solace in the pounding rain
wispy dandelion child, liberatory kin
self-preservation is far from a sin