Empty clamoring cans and unknown voices
”Is it supposed to rain today?”
Shut up
he thought.
Discarded, worn out denim by the bed
Trodden soles tossed in the corner
Covered in sheaths of blank canvas
gathering up words and wishes made
of dust; she lay.
Muted walls witness
to her turning, to her eye catching
a splinter of sunlight on the wall.
There, did you see it?
The pool of lidocaine she swam through
to heaven.



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