The ghost of the oven.
The stalactite rounded channel.
Haunts my wrist…
Day: November 28, 2020
To the bandaid from my wrist,
that ended up on the trash bag
I filled with 5 cent recyclable…
I’m breathing allergens,
it’s making my nose run
and my eyes water…
A weight hanging low,
falling from your reaching grasp…
Time has passed me by,
and I have no options left…
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