Hang On

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HANG ON

acid seeps out of the
garbage pail crack
burning holes in pockets of hope

I did it again

regret hammers third eye nails
trapping me in a tupperware of skin
sealed and forgotten in the darkest
compartments of July heat

left to breed bacteria
to rot and grieve

I’ve been caught
dipping my fingers in the
jar of poison
weak
and stained by
the tint of illusion
I wash
I scrub. I only look forward
never back

trying not to panic
I hold my breath and hang on
for the clean up

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