Concentrations

I’m the misplaced comma in your thought process; a misguided pause

in a string of words that hold no weight for my cosciousness,

and I’m consciously aware that my life right now is at an I don’t give a fuck.

Until I wake up and she’s in my bed, puffy eyed and hollow with no promise of

what today will bring her, but only that she’s ready for a new life.

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