Tissue
You blinded,
Made the sun above the city melt.
I lost my unembellished speech
Beneath the pour,
Sunflower sleet.
I am wiser.
Paper promises should not be written
Near a fire.
You left me lost and waterless.
I lie to sleep
And taste concrete,
The dusty clay.
You once danced down the golden rain.
- 2/21/25
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