Brittney Karasek Poems

No closure.
No skies.
Everyone but me,
they're all able to cry.
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You tore me apart.
broken, wounded, and alone;
I headed towards the sky.
The wind came before the sun.
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Blinding.
Painful.
Warm.
Bright.
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The lights were waving as we left.
Leaving the past behind and dancing into the future.
The night's cold air lingers on my skin,
chills me as we ascend.
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I am black.
I am white.
I am completely transparent.
I am completely blank.
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Dust clings to my eyelids,
insects dance on my broken nails.
A mouth half opened,
with once perfect teeth chipped and cracked,
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I want to scream,
to leave,
but I can't.
I'm a coward.
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I can feel the air changing.
The wind grows weak.
The sun sort of fades into the abstract;
it drifts into welcoming coldness.
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hightimes
low fences

soft scent
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