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Your Fort

  • Writer: samyukthacr7
    samyukthacr7
  • Nov 17, 2021
  • 1 min read


Stop visiting me, dear

It’s too late now

My lungs have fallen

onto the butterflies

in the basement

Stop smiling at my

misery. It’s just fate how

you’re so whole when

I taper.


Oh did I tell you

that fort that you built-

with blankets of delusion,

fairy lights and bones


It’s in ruins now

albeit with a smile

scary how it caved in so quickly

Like my lungs but it’s fine


Stop coming by, sugar

you’re too sweet for my gut

Take your bones and the butterflies,

I'm tired of calling it mine.

-samjam. hello. esteemed reader, thanks for coming back for another poem :))

(like if you'd like, feedback and comments are more than welcome) toodles!

 
 
 

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Vaishnavee Suriyanarayanan
Vaishnavee Suriyanarayanan
19 de nov. de 2021

This made my day❤️Keep writing!!!

Curtir
samyukthacr7
samyukthacr7
21 de nov. de 2021
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aww thanks vaish 🥺 means a lot!!!

Curtir

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