wisps of hair
across a pale
face
in the right
direction
and just keep
on walking
out to the edge
maybe best to
throw myself
to the mercy of
whatever
situation
ensues
pursuing the
inevitable
truth will be
exposed
with dry skin
hands
watching the
page bleed
scratch it with
this thought
flat back and
waiting
sirens sound
and brakes screech
the sun gives
hope though
tomorrow is too
far away
to be counted
on…
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