Last Time, Friend. Poem by Taylor Ryan

Last Time, Friend.



Dense Woman,
can't you see
pain is with me
you are not one
feelings exist for both
you cry out
I'll scream out
frustration comes
your name tastes bad
word escapes
slash out with fire
water only roars
mountains will not bow
wind wishes to run
cut out the drama
slash the ship
no more I say
misunderstand me
grave mistake, little girl
red around the frame
where blue pours
this is the last.

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