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Zoe Mae Oct 2021
Kicks off stilettos
Smears racoons from her tired eyes
Violently cries
Zoe Mae Oct 2021
Crunchy leaves add up
They line every path I see
I'm where I should be
Zoe Mae Oct 2021
She sat down to ink her masterpiece
The poem that would tug on all heartstrings with ease
The one that would make them understand her disease
And everyone would be pleased
Except her
Because nothing will ever be quite good enough
When competing with one's self things can get rough
That's why after a minute or two she gave up
Her masterpiece a stain from an old coffee cup
Zoe Mae Oct 2021
In 24 hours
I'll be right where I am now
Wash rinse dry repeat
Zoe Mae Oct 2021
She muttered words nobody would ever hear
Her cubicle scarred her for life
Putting staples in the stapler was the final straw
The monotony of it was stifling
She left
Nobody ever noticed
Now she lives deep in the woods
among giant trees that speak to birds
She's got not much use for words
She hacks down the dead ones
so new life can grow
She's the world's best woodcutter
Far superior to any other
But nobody will ever know
Zoe Mae Oct 2021
Dried leaves can windsurf
Dead trees rollick in the breeze
My ashes will dance
Zoe Mae Sep 2021
Where will we be when the last elephant falls
I'll still be in the room
You'll be down the hall
Let's keep pretending
life's never ending
when it's really the extinction of us all
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