moving on

you wear your bones

on the outside now.

the smile that once danced

at all our parties,

now a recluse.

folded arms protect the place

where I once died

a past eternity of joys

you spit formalities begrudgingly,

take every chance to turn your face -

still managing to leave

a shadow of

contempt.

i knot my tongue,

stem the flow of words;

worthless now, disarmed

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