hives

i won’t feign happiness
for your sweet dream sleep.
you never quite ventured
to break even for me.

i won’t cover my feelings
with an unmarked grave
to steep in the dregs.
to stink and rot away.

set your snare in the fields.
toss me back in my cage.

 

 

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