I divorced the sky, once too heavy,
Each cloud a promise I couldn’t trust—
I watched it tear apart, not softly,
But with a thunderous, elegant thrust.
I unbuttoned the stars from my chest,
Left the moon dangling, bruised and cold,
And learned the art of quiet rage,
Sinking into the earth, finally bold.
I divorced the mirror, once my friend,
Told it, "You...
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