Give Aways

where my heart is.

being stretched across the dim floor.

economic hustle

tender

unfeeling

this is the last breath.

negative certainty

of utter deliverance

to pity.

i know,

i feel pity in this relic't time.

a factor of none, to one, always one

and then another to face

in the mirror.

just look the other way.

see the leaves

drifting into sun

and shade.

always.

there is no more time to spend;

feeling like

there is nothing left

to catch 

on your 

tongue. 

~ Jessica M. Wilson

ahora

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Thursday

2024

twenty twenty four