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Jan 2019 · 38
Lost
Cat Jan 2019
severed the apron strings,
came here on my own,
welcomed,
cosy, but not home,
but better than
Mum's home, not my home,
either,
sanctuary, space,
promises, plans,
bad habits
hearts eager
bodies eager
rash decisions,
time races,
time drips slowly,
misfortune,
silly choices,
lots of people,
overwhelmed,
nervous,
have I done
the right thing?
or have I made a
terrible mistake?
I start to lose myself,
I dull the noise.
I don't like being
frightened or intimidated,
I turn, turn, turn...
thin, listless,
vague, resigned,
so sad,
sadness in my eyes,
beaten,
but I keep getting up.
why?
why do you do this?
why don't I leave?
Jan 2019 · 50
A break
Cat Jan 2019
I leave this trail
of fire and debris,
and the sound
of snapping teeth,
and feel strangely
  empty,
    nothing.
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