6rashaperr
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After it
You flicked a switch,
I opened a window.
You cranked up the radio, a song
About loneliness was playing.
I liked it,
So I stayed, silent in the hall,
Listening to the thought
Of walking out–
A busy road,
Never to return.
I dreamt so vividly, those first
Few nights,
Aftermath clings
Like the stench
Of *********s to your skin.
The end of a horror story–
You can turn the lights
On
But there is still
Blood.
–poeticallyordinary
You flicked a switch,
I opened a window.
You cranked up the radio, a song
About loneliness was playing.
I liked it,
So I stayed, silent in the hall,
Listening to the thought
Of walking out–
A busy road,
Never to return.
I dreamt so vividly, those first
Few nights,
Aftermath clings
Like the stench
Of *********s to your skin.
The end of a horror story–
You can turn the lights
On
But there is still
Blood.
–poeticallyordinary