sit up.
shake myself awake
slap.
sting across my face
i've erased you
somewhere you are whole
in the world
you are simple
and satisfied
three months and six days
i'm fading away
waste.
the nightmare began
a huddled mass
an outstretched arm
a single slash
from this wrist is born
my remorse
the solace that settles
even the steepest of scores
i'm dripping slow
the shallow ear
yearning to know
i bear only what i suffer
to hold near
that somewhere in the world
you are whole, satisfied
and three months six days
i've been denied
from this wrist is born
my remorse
the solace that settles
even the stalest of scores
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Submission Name: The Stalest Of Scores
