All the Good Endings Are Gone
A Poem
the skies bled their poisons
as we sang our pleas
to gods that weren’t listening,
but the worst were our fellow men
who turned their heads away
as if there was shame in pain.
the skies bled their poisons
as we sang our pleas
to gods that weren’t listening,
but the worst were our fellow men
who turned their heads away
as if there was shame in pain.
just another writer with too many cats
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