in the darkness
my legs wobble
how many miles have you travelled?
no respite in these
patterned words
how many gashes across your heart?
my lips curved upwards
smiling emptily
how many splinters in your soul?
ironic, that knife
mocking, that electric outlet
how many more gasps with your name on them?
back then, you were the glorious sunrise
right now, you are the dawn of destruction
how many more daggers do you hold within you?
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