the prickle the sting
prying their way from me
escape attempt
but I refuse to let them fall
let them make this moment more erasure
than it already is
I hold them a talisman
breath
I hold that too as
long as I can
one exhale on the wrong side of mourning
could drown me deeper than the last time
so I hold them in
the shudder of my chest
a reminder of what happens
when your heart turns library
loaned out to diinterested readers
who care more about the cliff notes
less about the story
everyone has
only few read it back to themselves
stuck on the same pages
reliving past transgressions
like a recipe to find something
that was always lost
even in the retelling
they are still burning for release
but
if I let one fall
they will all cue up
fall forever
I think
best to hold them in
at least until this wave passes
store them up
to water something
that might possibly grow
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