untitled number 17

do you see the girl over there
with the bag over her head?
it’s there because she’s carrying too many people
in memories and in her heart

what is one to do
when they are inhabited by more than one soul?
how are they supposed to share?
are they even meant to share

switching every midnight
clinging to every moment of sanity
tossing and turning in the sheets
hoping that the bridge never shows itself

don’t look back on your shadow
you might see someone else’s face
to them, you are the stranger
encroaching on their right to life


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