Monday, August 6, 2018

Closure

Your teeth cracked
against my bones -
there's something
evil 
in being so greedy
to feel whole again,
I whispered
to myself.

I didn't even blink
or shudder.
You see,
I was a mountain
of all the never-ending stories
that I got to live
with people who felt more like
ghosts
than anything else. 
A mountain of unfinished... everything -
business, 
words,
plans. 

You should have known better:
mountains never quiver &
it's the anything unfinished
that ruins us
in the end.



Write a song, make a note
For the lump that sits inside your throat.

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