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POETS ARE SO DRAMATIC

  • Oct 6, 2025
  • 1 min read

By Shae O'Reilly

In my mind

I see the cut

deep and fast

blood

red, red, red


I feel the wind

of the train

before I fall

the split second prior

to nothing at all


I mentally step

in front of cars

my shattered bones

are turned to dust

my imagination runs wild


 
 

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