recurring sadismA Poem by nikolaiahowever you'd like to interpretStand as I do, alone.
Speak, and the way you'd like to be heard is gone.
Moist, the ground, from those that passed before.
Something more, you know you need.
For now you lie in wait, knowing. "This will heal," you say, as bereavement continues. Your thoughts race, though, without regard, and you pray you have time. Lost to you,it's unfamiliar, the feeling that flashes.
You continue this way, drained, and you fall well enough behind. You catch your breath, enough for now, until they find what's left of you.
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