ash 13ftfall Poems

I hear your words, raspy whispers that hang there in the late night air.
It’s so dark on this cloudy night that I can barely see your blackish outline against the shadows.
The smell of tears and dinner onions linger just below our sweat, salty and bitter.
I want this to stop. I need you to say something different. We’re trapped in this midnight never finding a dawn.
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I do not feel
six feet tall
straight back
strong shoulders.
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