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2020

sometimes I think

the necklaces inside me

have written my story.

 

every word I will ever say

every handshake

every stranger.

 

in a snapshot of memories

he laughs at my lines.

my soul, written down in strands, screams

take me when you go.

I know somehow he will be a stranger again.

 

when I can’t sleep

the strands will blink a million eyes

 

a mental breakdown

(like all of them)

that can only be seen physically

on the inside.

 

when I am breathless

they can breathe for me

 

purer oxygen than I would

be able to ever flirt into my veins…

they have so much to say.

 

maybe that’s why I just watch.

 

when I can’t scream

the necklaces will come apart.

 

what a way to come undone.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 6/5/2020

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The Necklace DNA

Our gene history is in the strands, all that we are. Cool comparison. ~S~
 



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