Oct 17, 2018
i keep her on a shelf
between the books
like prison guards
they stand at attention
her hands press against
the glass the condensation
of her breath glowing
swirled colors
frosting like ice at the edges
small & perfectly
comfortable
but i can’t let her go
if i let her ghost free…
i would just be
what i have always been
there is no place in this world
left for the sadness
polluting me
so i protect her
from me
while making her my company
& it’s that justification
that makes me
crazy
-they keep saying this is normal but-
hemly
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