angst cycle (iii)
[L] (iv)

i fear i can’t do this
it’s gone on to long
the attempt to start
kyboshed each time
“don’t talk”
and she does

each note of hers feeds
the poison she claims to detest

i don’t want to be here
it’s horrible
the only time i’ve felt
this much emotional pain
is mourning a close death

i’ll have to wait to calm
before I can step
onto the bridge
through the arctic
to new york





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