Prison Breakup-Short

Tue, 02/21/2023 - 12:10 -- jsh2908

Ascension sunday became blood shot monday
and in his arms I lie no more.

This poem is about: 
Me

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jsh2908

about more people than i would care to admit, but that is how poetry goes,

changes and morphs with the times and the perspective of the reader. So I

am alright with sharing but for now, never again without anomnimity. I

DDeserve my life to be my own until people come asking with questions. And

Then the fight starts. To my face or not at all. My sacred space.

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