interlude 4
- natashamisra1
- Nov 23, 2022
- 1 min read
i wrote a poem
on a post-it note
and lost it somewhere.
the lines floated away
from me and some part of me
wanted to let them.
the universe is
written on the
inside of my eyelids,
and i hold them shut.
desperation,
frustration,
and the bruising
of my bones
reminds me
that i desire existence.
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