tell me about that time,
the secrets, like razors
cut your throat
like a noose,
stealing your breaths

stretched cross your neck
scars that can’t heal
can’t be seen

tell me about that time,
pillows swallowing tears
sighs of resignation
spread neatly on top of your quilt
uncomfortably comfortable

tell me about that time,
he stole your soul
she bled you dry
you believed you deserved it

tell me about that time,
that time, you stopped
being sea and storm
and disappeared

 that time is up!

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*photo courtesy of graceindirain / creative commons*

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