You told
me to go
and you’ll
meet me there.
You
didn't.
Bright happy
people, and
harsh lights,
and we should
be in there. But
you
left me.
Stranded.
Oregano mixed
with leaking
oil mixed with
butter
mixed with
cigarette smoke.
You know
I rely on
you. But I know
you
won’t save me.
Hard to
stand in
black sharp
spikes
short and cold
cutting
ice.
Where
are
you?
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