The Flour Queen’s Scrawl

you tapped me on the shoulder again,

like a knife to my center

so sharp.

and never do i feel as alone

as i did right then.

and I held onto that piece

of pointless plastic

and let tears slide

and shoulders heave

and didn’t even try

to catch my breath.

cause what’s the point?

if i can’t catch me?

after all,

only you,

could ever do, that.


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