Life chased me until the running
Was a numbing race
I ran
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And ran
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Until a clearing came
I fell to cold hard bedrock(stone)
Silenced by the endless chatter of the living
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Death found me as I sat(criss-cross)
Eyes closed smoking the weeds that grew
Upon my grave
And asked
May I?
"My life is pain
The kind that doesn't settle
Comfortably on powdered cheeks or waterproof mascara"
We embrace
Death says:
You know...what pains the most is Living
Not the peaceful letting go...you know
by Peacegirlout aka Rebekka White
Peacegirlout is a Poet
self-discovered
the kind whose
rebellion springs from desperation
and emotional fragility
she's merely kept alive by truths so miniscule
it turns night into day
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