→ we are most alive in dreams: memory #20

wearemostaliveindreams:

she watched the memory
of herself,
seal the coffin, with nails,
as big as railroad ties,
sharp and black, covered
from head to toe-
with the things i’ve said,
like barbed wire,
vines choking the trunk
of a once great tree.

i was great once,
flowering and majestic,
my limbs carrying the…

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