rotten bananas and flu

the special kind of misery she lives for

the unique everlasting melancholy

became the thing she would kill for

for now she was her own enemy

women like this are never free

she can’t  even run from herself

she can’t let anyone see

that she no more wants to define hell

saving requires surrender and that  she can not do

maybe I will tell you why if you can tell me why the sky is blue

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