Epilogue
I know the ending,
But I read it anyway.
I’ll pull the blanket tight around me
As laughter fades to death,
And there are screams,
And tears
that might even be real.
We can rewrite history:
Mold it and tug at it,
Rip it apart and make it beautiful
And digestible.
But there is only truth—
the end.
Copyright © Jordan Hoffman | Year Posted 2023
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