Minimalist Gossip Magazine Cover (49).pdf (13) - Flipbook - Page 85
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It sits in the pill cutter’s jaws,
a promise snapped in half. Chalk lines
the blade, the ash of wasted sleep.
There will be no rest tonight.
One side enough to chase away
sweats, nothing more. In the morning
eyes will open, but barely.
Chemicals forgotten by night
still screaming at the light of day.
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