Poetry · Writing

Split

I found different versions

of myself

stored away in pockets

like lint

and bottom of caves

like Silence of the Lambs.

Dealt a pair of sixes

in the bottom of this pit.

Flipping a coin

two feet

switching between

light and dark

like a light switch

in an instant.

 

 

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