There’s a

crunch

and a

bang

and a rearranged

grunt

and I walk

out the door

in a fret

on the run.

I’m alive

and I’m dead

when I say

we’re no more

there’s a jag

to the sag

of my smile

once before

my life that

had mattered

to the tune

of heartbeat

but now

my chest prowls

as you softly

sleep

and I stand

on a shadow

I lean

on the wall

and without you

I’m nothing

since

all things

must fall.

 

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