I am not certain I exist;
Yet there’s my shadow, on the floor,
I am a woman barely kissed,
Shocked I am a girl no more.
//
I’m not quite sure I take up space—
Not in the way I think I should—
It seems I wear a stranger’s face
And life; could I change both, I would.
//
I do not think that if I fell,
So deep amongst these lonely trees,
I’d make a sound, for who could tell?
There’s no one here, to hear, to see.
//
I don’t know how I built this life
Of hollow bones and broken dreams,
I dance upon a crooked knife,
And no one’s here, to hear my screams.
//
I am not certain I exist;
If I did, I think I’d know;
As it is, I think I’ve missed,
My life, love, fate; all ash in snow.
//
Somehow my life has come to this—
The stars above don’t hear my plea—
My hopes dashed on a blood-soaked mist;
From this small life, I can’t get free.
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About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
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