Exeunt.

I dump my salary into wishing wells

Praying for something better

Suppressing the sadness within me as it swells

The pool in my chest getting wetter and wetter

I promise I was broken in real good as a child

Hit over the head with Grief in all of Her forms

Untangle my mental tresses, let Her run wild

Until She doesn’t want to leave me anymore

There’s only so many tears you can choose not to cry

Until you give up emotions completely:

Extinguish the fiery hurt, let the vulnerability run dry

Thou shalt neglect thyself discreetly.

by: Laura DeLuca

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