Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Friday, March 31, 2017

3.31

The chug, chug, glug of the coffee
maker dripping what I want,
like always before

Today with no good morning
on my phone or
reason to rush home

I'll take another sip
from this familiar cup as
once again, it fills with pain

With every drip
ripping me
apart

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