It comes and goes, this insidious sting.
I may not feel it for days, but may for a century.
Life crumpling under unyielding footsteps
And the distilled craving for happy memories.
Stay with me.
Stay here till the sun bleeds into the sky,
Natural hemorrhage masquerading as accidental
beauty.
This is the pain that does not wring out tears —
Release would be too fucking easy.
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