suddenly, unnoticed,
barred from any one line of dapper dress
and instead will face the outdoors
in mounds of blood.
one day: i'll call to the heartache
briefly, softly,
taking all i have from abrupt echoes
to spin myself through the breezes
without my body.
one day: i'll hear the trees sway
cunningly, swiftly,
creaking as they dig their tired roots
farther and father into the ground—
like my tired body.
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