Friday, November 8, 2019

squinting at the light

ive heard a sigh
that shatters concrete
tears that burn 
like acid rain
that sting on raw skin 
salt on hangnails
tired eyes
eyes that are not called beautiful
or right or bright 
they are just worn
exhausted
squinting at the light 
checking once more 
if there’s something to see

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