Arrive

I will take the sun in my mouth

And whisper to the words melting down my throat

that sometimes that’s how i like it, that’s how

i keep myself to myself.

I will keep the words that’s supposed to make

sense make sense in a no man’s land.

I am in a place where things are always burning,

i keep reminding myself that remembering

is simply another way of sinning.

It is a crime against your already bruised soul.

I call myself ‘The expert at the fall’

because leaving had always felt like

arriving arriving arriving

back to myself.

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