Monday, 21 April 2025

rise.

i can't stay around

until you turn

blank eye cold,

i just don't have 

that kind of 

winter covering.

so i will leave now,

whispering

the mantras of strength

and resilience as

my tears shed

more than salt. 

my eyes are not windows

they're oceans, 

watch the tide rise.

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