I wait for change behind the wheel: saving for a rainy day and hiding when it comes. tears whinge down the windscreen. guilt and laundry perpetual as oxygen I breathe through gritted teeth. my words fall out of order into empty dishes. I can't stand the sound of their weight on my voice. eyes close for birdsongs through the rain to cleanse a rotting soul. aching through the static just to end where we begin; a broken puppet twitching on a pillow. tomorrow waiting in the wings for more. I beg the night for snow and dreams too beautiful to wake from.
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