Same’s Just Sane
Written in the shadow of 3 ghosts: one I knew, one I became, and one who still hasn’t come home.
Can you see it in my eyes?
The lies rotting me, inside-out.
She tried. She cried. But soon, she died.
No shame bestowed—so none to blame.
The pain began to clot.
Why’s she dead? I thought she fought?
Oh well, they say—
The same’s the same when you’re too sane.
Take a bow.
You’re allowed.
Erase with grace—
Dust off those palms.
Bombs in blue seas,
swirls of stardust.
She ran so long.
She strained. She slipped.
No blame, they say,
by way of seashells and whispers.
You’re here?
I swear you just missed her.