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By Star of David Date: 2020 Feb 12 Comment on this Work [[2020.02.12.06.31.32442]] |
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on some days I am brought to my knees on the white tiles by this black grief black light spilling on the floor it slams in like a freight train swept off-track by a tsunami I stand in its path, eager, willing it breaks my bones brutally meat on the butcher's block I surrender to the knife, kneeling it shreds me apart slowly paper boat in a storm I cannot swim yet I walk into the sea I ask myself angrily, how can someone can cry so much? I am 60% water, how can I not? |