the purple-yellow bruising on my heart
refuses to heal.
behind every unlocked door I find
a brick wall.
Your airport refused to check my baggage.
So here I am
stranded in an empty terminal
clutching a dead phone
waiting
to speak to a manager that went home ages ago.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
the purple-yellow bruising on my heart
refuses to heal.
behind every unlocked door I find
a brick wall.
Your airport refused to check my baggage.
So here I am
stranded in an empty terminal
clutching a dead phone
waiting
to speak to a manager that went home ages ago.
super rough
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