gentle death
it's chilly,
it's tense,
the morning i saw you
lay down on the floor–
i meant to annoy you...
my voice was choked up,
i couldn't shout out.
the voices i heard
were getting too loud.
it's noisy,
it's dead.
it lays on the floor,
it's asking for help
behind closed door.
Copyright © Santo di Peccato | Year Posted 2024
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