Cruel words spilling out from inside
It’s okay to scorch the air
It’s better than choking internally
Burning your lungs with every repressed inhale.
Suffocating in detail.
What do you want me to hear?
What can I even say?
Of course it hurts.
But share with me your pain.
I want to melt all of your edges
And reshape the disarray.
My hands are too stained to clean up any mess.
If you want a savior you’d best find someone else.
I will paint with the colors of our madness
And find meaning that outlasts our faltering breaths.
LC Anderson High School
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