Poetry · Writing

last day off

last year

a shakey handoff

(at best)

constantly choosing between

life and sleep

haven’t slept in years

when i do;

my dreams were a gothic spinoff

love interest played by wednesday.

black and white lens

for thee ending send-off

all black molotov

(for those who couldn’t be here)

with fireworks

and a rip off.

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