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
About the Creator
Tennessee Garbage
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