Untitled, thus far..

...And I’m thinking
Of crying
Of dieing
Of quitting the trying
And running
Far away
To a place
Where the world’s not full
Of kicking
And biting
And hurting
And killing and screaming and weeping,
Juices seeping,
Through the cracks in the
Floor I don’t
Want it no more...

(unfinished) -Celeste Cote


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