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futile
a poem
Feb 16, 2022
in the season of her breaking
even the shattered pieces of her
shattered.
choose your pick of vices
to silence the wound
and dance your way
to a benevolent delirium
but it is
all futile. all hopeless.
in the morning
the truth will find you
again
it will tell you
again
escape and liberation
hiding and healing
are not the same.
