Some Days

Some days
Most days
The mornings spent alone
The nights when I got to close
To you
To myself
Are time stamped with
The call I never made
The text I never sent
Goodbye and a whisper
Balancing on the lips of a smile
The devils snare tying the knot
In the cherry stem
Blood dripping down as venom
Between split teeth
The dreadful sting of implications
When you’re told to hold your tongue
Silence and tragedy
Are roommates
In the college dorm of my mind
Bickering behind closed doors
Attempted murder
And laughter in the light

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