I won’t leave a note
I would never give you that.
Satisfaction
I don’t even like the stones
Just paint it black
You’ll never know my last words
I’ll take them with me
A suitcase of nouns and metaphors
A duffle bag of letters
Mostly vowels
I will clutch my sentences
Like a new born baby
I will let them hold me
Against the floor
Drag me under the waves
I will die with my reasons
I will never let you know.
I will never let you in.
Written October 20th 2017
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