final full stop
let it squeeze out
this bile has filled me
and animates what otherwise has been hollowed
fill me with something pure
some light long died out
rejuvenate this broken form
take the broken, and call it worth loving
take the tired and ugly, and call it beautiful
don't let this sad sentence carry that final .
Copyright © Chris Alex | Year Posted 2019
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