scared of morning
she hodl everything she touches
when the sun rises
she cried herself
into healing
she
is a broken womb
a skipping record
a torn corps
dacing in graveyards
resisting her own imagination
she dreams about reality
how its bent like time
her hands are riffs
her soul a sailboat
she is afraid of morning
so she wont let anyone leave
she tattoos her soul on
the rotten floorboards
tomorrow she wont remember
she is a broken womb
a skipping record
a dying
goddess.
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