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    I’ve become awkward in any unwavering gaze

    little birds shatter in my heart and tummy

    tiny bones poke in all sharp.

 

    Can you see me like a little child crying

    when a storybook ends and lights go dim?

 

    What if I drown in something thicker than water

    before my eyes are ready to close asleep?

    What if you let go of my wandering lost hand

    when I do?

Reviews

[fireblossom]

Soft and meloncholy but decidedly NOT melodramatic. I liked this.