Fumes

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I’m crumpled up,
my withered bones cracking,
splintering into windy days.

I am separate,
shadowed,
bleached out
by wicked rays
and evil lines
splashed between
beautiful ones,
and these windows
open and slam shut
on my fingers,

and I’m over here
bleeding again,
breathing again,
surviving again
on your fumes.

~ Patience

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