Sunrise
hanging on the hinges the door
is a broken tongue choked
pulsing taste all over the floor.
staccato whisper i murmur
'no' in reply, can't find the exit
in the sky but it won't hurt to
try. removed face, disgraced
erased & redrawn with no eyes
- gone with sunrise.
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