Sometimes I wish
when I leave-
I could leave
a trail
and you...
follow
witness a world
of charcoal haze
the thick smell of
nightmare
the density of
alcohol breaths
that prick
the tiniest hairs
all over
confusion
snapshots
flashbacks
voices repeat-
conversations
that start at the palms
of hands
itching
and poking its way through
to find an exit
get me out! -it screams
get me out!
but I don't know how









did you delete it or am i just going crazy??? lol
I really liked that poem



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