Gloria

This is a crisis of faith
Spiraling, denial of self
Cornered by decades of pain
No one blames you for digging your grave
With your final remnants of breath
They still know your name

Did you stretch your hands
Through the window pane
And feel the rain
At your fingertips
For the last time

All you ever wanted to be
All the things, you whispered to me
Gone
Consigned to oblivion

Cyanide in your throat
Swallowing until you see god

Leaving lovers to perform
Skin graft poetry
In remembrance

Leaving lovers to perform
Skin graft poetry
In remembrance



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Writer(s): The Test Dream
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