Avoid To See
a poem
no turn of chance it hurt that bad herself in deepest overhead blinded, doom-struck, glooming troll beneath the bridge of long-lost souls fool to bone with blinded sight and no regard for all that’s right woeful child — fault her own by own mistakes she’d come undone ever still to once again see that mole upon their chin impassioned possibility yet, cruelly to never be a soul to cleanse so unbecome the sky would fucking come undone to scrub the dirt from deepest cracks to get that monkey off her back belong again, some simple way just find the way to spend a day but not they said concrete inside I will not heal, my own design avoid to see with all the cost deny outright all that’s been lost
