We are poured out like water..
Our tongues cling to our jaws
As we fall to dirt.
Our thoughts bounce from the echoing of our crashing bodies.
Souls are formed, purpose is made.
Every bone, out of joint.
Every voice, a drowning lake.
Love makes a nest inside our mouths,
Waiting for us to breathe.
Our hollow corpses ache,
Causing our minds to bleed.
There is no other place.
So for that; we must leave.
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