Hypomania
Jesse Rice-Evans
Rebirth is just an awful edge, sawtooth, tasting the city I'm left with. You knew
forgiveness was distant, criminal, polymorphing embryonic, but I demand it anyway,
so in-yr-face these days I barely recognize my shadow. Remind me again to destroy this
thing I've hung from my shoulders, scapula winging but mostly taut. Treat me like an
obstacle: I give you a chance to love me, but badly, like I've been left out overnight
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