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“But I can’t! ”
scream, angry (because they never understand )
and I hang between the sea and the sky,
reaching for the empty spaces behind the stars

break
falling into the ocean and finally s l e e p,
choking on the air, dying
day by day (as the waters rise and the ice
melts)
and I am in pieces on the floor

(whispers,)
"Does it rain at all up there?"
(”the weather isn’t always perfect the day you die.”)
Room
Door
One word is left trapped inside,
weeping,
echoing along the ceiling as
guilt opening veins etched into the floor,


'empty'


(and the key turns.)

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