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Rachel Foxton
Poems
Oct 2012
Doorstep.
The cold pierces my skin
Taking knives to my bones
Digging deeper and deeper
Until I can't feel anymore.
But I can't go home.
The rain soaks through my clothes
Leaving patches of eternal cold
Extinguishing the final wisps
Of the fire in my heart.
But I can't go home.
Maybe it would be easier
To take put a gun to my head
To line my throat with cyanide
To quell this neverending torture.
Because I can't go home.
But I have no choice
Than to preserve part of myself
To regulate my body heat
To live a little more.
I don't want to die alone.
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Rachel Foxton
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