Not because we were, but because no-one knew we weren't
All roads lead to the end
The cold, faithless calm of a hospital corridor
I am warming myself at a fire
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
And then again, it's just a birthday
Patches of dried blood, dessicated screaming
Is that cushion uncomfortable enough?
I am not drowning, but I am not well
We are blinded by our own light, deafened by silence
Swollen lip
The tree opens, the child is eaten
I was not there but I heard the explosion
I was about to ring but changed my mind
Just drinks
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