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an archive of aching things, kept in verse.

Into the bedroom

5 days ago
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someone’s knocking on my bedroom door
but I didn’t hear the footsteps
and I remember no one else is home
it’s only me and the empty plate

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then I hear the voice saying,
“I’m waiting”
now I’m scared
so I throw the rope into the corner
I use the knife to cut it instead of my throat

the knocking stops.

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an archive of aching things, kept in verse.