Something to Survive
I couldn't see it
Blame the way the viscid blackness
Of your soul
Exterminates the sunlight
Couldn't feel it
Sinking in your tar like sand
And blowing bubbles
Like a boiling child
Not loved enough to understand
That living
Isn't the same as having something
To survive
Copyright © Renee Willier | Year Posted 2024
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