Card Poem by Michael McCall
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she says the suns always setting somewhere
it hasn’t been up in months
she lay flickering and dimly lit
counting shadow puppets on the ceiling
fighting the nausea of being alone
trying on clothes she doesn’t wear anymore
suffering is a little to pathetic to say
just a little uncomfortable
a little to familiar
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4/25/2024 9:32:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this :) very effective i think, 'counting shadow puppets on the ceiling' (: I have a feeling this is going to be me in a couple of years..haha. nicely done.