Helping hand.

by Poet on the Piano   Apr 29, 2024


(trigger warning)

I don’t care anymore.
Let me run away.
Let me drown in a lake
or burn in a heatwave
or starve in a desert.
Avert your eyes
if you’re not going to help.
I need aid.
I need courage.
But don’t try to put the flames out.
I’m already scorched.
I don’t want to love or trust or hope again.
Hollow me out and bury my remains.
This is the only way forward.

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