Still.

Up and down, my heart on my sleeves
Flickering and dimming, i hug myself to sleep

Broken and tattered, my pair of paper wings
Swaying and dying away in the errant wind

No sense, no senses, no more, no nonsense
No scrap, no scape, no place, no escape

No want, no wanting, no heart, no hurting
No tears, no longing, no fear, no more

Still.
Yet screaming.

Will.
Yet wailing.

Stop.
Please stop.

The pain, consuming. My core, aflame.
Hush now. Contain it,  and burn, and die, and cry….

No more.

Still.

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