Maybe in the Next Life

things will be different.

By Tennessee GarbagePublished about a month ago • 1 min read

Photo by Gadiel Lazcano on Unsplash

A type of break, indescribable,

where the fresh tears sting so much more.

Glass cracking under my feet

does not compare to this.

Where my breath is gone

the air is cold,

palms sweaty,

stillness,

Death

sad poetry heartbreak

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Tennessee Garbage

Howdy! There is relatable stuff here- dark and twisty and some sentimental garbage. "Don't forget to tip your waitresses" Hi, I am your waitress, let me serve you with more content. Hope you enjoy! :)

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