Only the Wind
There was no welcome
Only the wind
stroking my hair
Breathing for me
Your words are windmills
a quiet force
a gentle breeze
encouraging me forward
To a deadly past
Coffin shopping
in cracked closet doors
I lost myself
somewhere in that clutter
Moans strangled
on hangers
burnt out wicks
on wax I use to wish upon
(for it to stop)
I
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