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of course you would die on the best side of this wasteland in the summer
the heat sucked out all of our tears - cowabummer
did you have to be so damn poetic? of course you would leave 7/7 — “prophetic”
pathetically timed, least for me, to return
can’t imagine how many more fossil fuels burned in the atmosphere
only making it worse
bring the whole family round to partake in the curse of this weather
evaporate. tell them i’m scared without saying it. overprepared and i’m praying it goes well. for you, but you aren’t even here
i know you would want me to sing songs for Jesus to hear
but the push through? it killed me. it carved in my face. there’s craters and caverns and i can’t replace my new eyes now
in two months, i aged into my age. bore the weight of the aftermath, used all my strength
to hold up my stepmom, who i once barely knew. but in five years with her all your happiness grew like a fountain
that’s why it’s so dry. that well only flowed when you both were alive
now the sorrow’s an ocean of sand in my shoes. i’d wake up in the morning to climb desert dunes
and ascending the rocks, at the top of the peaks, i’d look out at the sunrise, remember God speaks
why did he take you now? is it my right to know? it was his choice, not your choice. you were so scared to go
and i know, ‘cause she saw it: the fear on your face
had i stayed that memory would be razed, unesrased. his mercy sent me away. i returned to the dirt but i thawed everyday, and i needed it. gently breaking my mold.
i am bendable clay, ready to be made old
