My last morning, engulfed in warm cotton over frigid cold
A good last impression of the sunrise stamped into my skin, colouring me a soft magenta
Green eyes fix on me from the night stand
Gasping for breath, my lungs fill with burnt coffee, gasoline, and uncertainties
The temperature drops.
I sit in a marsh on a September evening, back pressed against a tree
My socks had long since been soaked through, but I persist, as I have a responsibility
Capture, hold and secure.
What about when I'm done ?
With a surgeons precision I cut the cord.
The light is harsh, and all I know is gone.
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I'm not gonna pretend it's good, but I'm upset okAy >:(
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