I’m not as
broken as I used to be.
The crickets
are singing a lullaby just for me.
With the
crown royal up in my head
I’m dancing for
the faces under my bed.
Give me time
to explain it to myself
Before I try
to make sense to anyone else.
Be good to
me, be patient,
Don’t hurt
me, don’t choke me,
Because I’m
alive,
Much more,
than I used to be.
The crown
royal is fading,
The air is tight;
the floor is stiff.
One last
kiss as the memories
Slip away from
my fingertips.
I think I
understand now.
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