pages like flesh and ink
When I want to cry
I read;
like stuffing my brain with pages is
equivalent to quieting the monster within.
I feel her hot breath on the back of my neck. She is
so
so so
close. And I am shaking.
So I turn the pages until my eyes are weak from the journey.
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