Poetry Friday: Real Life

Real Life

I’m the shell of the shell I once was,
like an ash in a blanket of snow.

I’ve been left with the smoke-blackened corpse
of a heart I had just come to know.

I’m alone in my head and I scream
shut your mouth
be okay
suck it up
go away,
then I weep and I wish I could go.

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