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soft enough to turn to stone

free verse poetry

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save your 6 a.m. sunrise for those too sleepy to enjoy the evening’s company, leave me your midnight save the dark for me I want whoever you think you are when the world won’t look

where is your ego at 3 a.m.? what coffin does it sleep in? between the hours of 9 to 5 when you bury your Self beneath that tragic-glam persona in a bed of inner layers soft enough to turn to stone and lay itself to rest

take me to your remains I promise I won’t put you back together I will not disturb your deterioration I like my people broken

take me to what remains where have you been dying? put your death in my hands let me hold those bones one breath at a time can I feel you slip away?

©Linda Sharp 2024. All Rights Reserved.

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