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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