of mute silence holding you inside of my heart Putting aside the exhaustive supplicatory screams and night terrors reserved for reticent confessions. A halo of deleterious pain recognized by members of the club no one asked to join i hear you calling for me in the store, in the dark, in my head... Saddle shoes crashing down the hardwoods little pink mittens attached to ribbons on the floorboards Silent Night Silent Chaotic Crowds i hate hollow ho ho ho’s uptown girl downtown bus rides complete cessation from never letting you out of my sight, out of my arms, yet the reverent search for an authentic angel vacancy void vacuity timorous chasms each morning, mourning, knowing, you will be another day further from me 08.25.2016
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