1 may 2022
A Window Speaks
Shadows―
were lengthening.
I start mending myself.
Speechless―
you commence telling in signs.
Grass flattened. Glass―
in water. The body floats.
The game was over.
A new chapter opens without a book.
Another spurt of poetry.
I will never forgive me.
Fear becomes my guide.
The sound of decapitation
resonates. I lift the pen
and kill myself.
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