to
cry out alone, to bleed
to
hurt and shake
it's
normal, common as cars
driving
past your window
common
as buildings
as
kisses and promises
broken
windows and duct tape
to
suffer silent pain
to
lose a finger, an ear, a heart
like
sidewalks and gutter grates
to
disappear in illness
to
fade behind medications, to die
like
birds singing to the sun
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