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there is lipstick
all over my hands- which smell of regret.
admitting is the first step 
to acceptance
is the first step 
to healing.

there is grace in the cracks of a sidewalk.
grace i wish i could wrap my mouth around
and speak, grace
like the skies from which we were birthed,
that speak to me like prophets.

i am the space between broken comb
teeth-
there, but not quite
there,
and i hope you can forgive me
for things i haven’t done yet, i am
the relation of the space between your knuckles, and the
days in a month-
there, but not quite
relevant.

i have regret
all over my hands- which smell of lipstick.
admitting is the first step
to progression
is the first step
to being.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Steve87]

Hey, well the first bit sounded like something they teach you in recovery from drugs. Admitting is hard. Hard to break the barriers down. interesting piece well done

[Tegan]

That's what I was going for (though not for drugs :) thank you!!