The days pass and
The dated squares
Accept their crosses and
It is not a relief to me
To finish another day
To check it off, as if
I were somehow
Impacting their passing—
Killing them with pink highlighter—
I am terrified of them
And I’m running away
From the wasted, twice-slashed
Past
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC
The days pass and
The dated squares
Accept their crosses and
It is not a relief to me
To finish another day
To check it off, as if
I were somehow
Impacting their passing—
Killing them with pink highlighter—
I am terrified of them
And I’m running away
From the wasted, twice-slashed
Past
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