death toll for who I was
traitor with nowhere to hide
ceramic vase broken
where I stored something
very much alive
tapped until the crack first appeared
encouraged, tapped a little more
and a little more and a little more
until it smelled daylight
sent the crushing blow
this is not the person I wanted to be
this was not where I wanted to live
these are not the memories I wanted
to decorate my hallway with.
oh, well.
Now welcome home.
Welcome home.
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