as it rolls around your feet, digging in.
uneasiness is frozen over the lake, thin like the beginning of a ghost forming.
when you speak, they only hear
the trickle of frustration. when they speak,
it's exactly what you don't want to hear.
i know you tried but sometimes you can't just stand still.
and when you think, it's cold stones in the pit of your stomach.
black skies dig into the dirt, on the way down,
your headlights flicker on a road in the middle of a long night.
you just need some space.
you're hoping by february, you'll forget the taste of
his name in the back of your throat. you're hoping by february,
he'll have moved on.
it just tastes like a bitter wish.
so you bite your tongue hard enough that it bleeds
and pray that He cares enough to listen.
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