The Light Gets In
Tears,
Like the cracks in the paint
of the upstairs bedroom.
A corner of old wallpaper,
picked at and peeled til
the whole wall is laid bare.
A wanting that was
there before time.
(It only makes it worse)
The only thing worse
is not.
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