THERE ARE PALE BLUE MOONS I CRANE MY NECK TO SEE
STRETCHING, INCHING, QUESTIONING
HOW MUCH LONGER WILL I HAVE WITH YOU?
THE SUN IS RISING AND AT SOME POINT,
THE VISOR MUST COME DOWN
AND NO, NO
MY TRAUMA IS NOT YOUR METAPHOR
I AM TRYING TO SEE EVERY FUCKING INCH
BUT THE SUN IS IN MY EYES
ALWAYS IN MY EYES, LET ME SEE
I DO NOT WANT YOUR EYES
I DO NOT WANT THIS RUG BURN
OF A CHILDHOOD HORROR STORY
I HAVE WANTED FOR YEARS TO LET YOU GO
WHAT GRIP CAN YOU MANIFEST THAT WILL
HOLD ME MUCH LONGER?
WHAT WILL YOU TRY NEXT?
YOU DO NOT LIVE IN MY BODY
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YOU DO NOT KNOW ME
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