Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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I want to be light again

We’re all glass cannons breaking as we fire. It doesn’t hurt one bit, but every bit. I can see with my whole body, but only on the Easter Vigil. Beds are not tombs, but the stone in front of the tomb. The coral light of day eats my corneas.   I am not edible in sunlight. When pressured, I produce a toxin called depression that alienates all my friends. Some […]

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