I was trash

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Written June 12, 2019, at 2:33 am EST


I wish that I could crawl and fit myself in.

Into the bin.

I feel that somehow

We could be equal within.

Shredded thickly thin altogether.


Is that an unforgivable sin?

To not be grateful for a blessed breath?!

Audaciously, I desperately 

Attempt to make amends

With my emptied heart and soul.

Can never get through the

Weightless bend of

This vast expanse.

I'm not appalled.


So, I maniacally dance

Like no one's watching.

Wipe a million tears away

While bird watching,

It's haunting.


Gazing through an open window,

My spirited mind jumps out.

My defeated body stays in.

I am secretly fearful that

It could very well be

The abysmal end.

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