me in a year from now


me in a year from now

she s not alike anything
im used to

she s not so much alive like
im still used to

she s gone a day after
she returns once
the first memory
those that follow her
cant capture the same

she who follows me
waits patiently
for her turn
to swallow me

she who stares
holes into my head
counts the seconds

and rams the blade
straight through
my neck

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