Far from where we stood, you were the one who argued validation. As we rummage through discarded limbs for righteous hands. Stand up and take a bow. You pulled a fast one, made us all forget everything we've said and done. Lock eyes and bite the belt. We've tried hot iron, bore open flame, still these wounds won't cauterize. I should have rationed out all my apologies, before I lost the taste for them. Under an oppressive light, August standing on my chest. Tear these wings from my back; feel my pulse and check for breath. It's too late for me, not who you are but what you've done. Complacency. No good will come of this. Faced with the harm I've caused, we're moving too fast, to make out the faces flying passed this speeding freight train. I've packed my sharpest suit. My friends are all dying or getting married. Endless delight for our fair cynics. I try so hard, cave my own head in, to pay for my past of vindictive slut shaming. Mindful and empty-handed, relegated to the past tense.
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