I take the sharpest
imaginary knife i
can find, and build
a green fire, flames
not real, just ribbons
cold and burning,
in my mind.
I find the cords, the soul
ties, the psychic lines
that tether me,
that bind me to another
life, and I cut,
I sever, I burn, I
disengage and move on.
Monday, July 1, 2019
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