bite down into the salt
grind the grains through your teeth
it’s over and on again
the next thing to fill the void
can you be blamed?
black on your tongue, regurgitated
from the gore in your guts
scrub till the blood boils out.
you poor child, sick beyond help
don’t you know?
keep fighting but it’s pointless
a nail-studded stick swinging in the wind.
...
maybe those stars you love so much
don’t shine for you,
but still, they shine.
isn’t that enough?
this universe is not yours
but you belong to it.
demanding love is an
act of immensity.
use it, feed it with your broken
memories and beating heart.
maybe we don’t matter
but we do exist. that is enough.
what else can you do but
live?
isn’t that enough?
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About the Creator
Bec Leslie
Living life one nap to the next.
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