The Reckoning Untitled (pt. 2)

I see little left but a life together, a love I’d lead to love,

I could not drink of that water

But I thirst

All that I have is a river

It carries me home, but it slips through my fingers

No one can know I’m not home.

Alone, nothing is wanting me more ladylike than fingertipping caressing softly scratching back holding

Quantum entanglement- the photos make electrons buzz about

I’m sleepy and I’ve forgotten my lonely bits

I’m knee deep in sleepy sheep weeping for women in wait of a one wonder on and on and on

He’s gone.


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