The pain in my dream
became real when I woke:
head split in two
wondering why
I poison myself this way.
I could say no.
Just because it's there
I do not have to take it:
and exactly the reason I do.
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The blue and pink light,
long colorless hair,
sound to curl into,
a strange and empty lack of words
between the spinning forms
of ageless girls,
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And I walked with her
not sure if I'd gone,
waiting to see
if the knife was for me.
Happy to wake
to the gift of light,
the solidity
of another day.