I thought I was Dying


From the morning

to the moon

I loathe to look at you,

into your face,

through dirty glass.

I am another person

in the same animal.

The shattered pieces

feel like forever.

Skeleton dogs

sniff your hair.

Stars died so we

could live

and even though I don’t believe,

I feel a different kind of pain.

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