thrust in front
of an audience
silhouetted
like a bloodlet
one-trick ____
the chunk of moonstone
in my fist is shadowed
by too many missed eclipses
& as soon as I’m through
with appearances
and obligation
I mean to say
whenever the fuck it is
I can breathe and sleep again
without ________
I knew I wouldn’t be [the same]
I didn’t know this would happen
I should’ve known this would happen
I should’ve known
I
–LM
Mic drop…
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Powerful and heartbreaking. Absolutely gorgeous poem.
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