Poem 01052013

Bent. Made. Broken. Hate.

We are breathless. We are young.
We are open. We are done.

Never before have we even been
close, and still, now, we don’t even know.
We are nowhere near the end,
and now we are left, buried in the bend.

Cold. Still. Pale. Killed.

– Brittany Rose

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