4.25

by Joanna

The details of the escape
Are a bit fuzzy
But your intentions were too
A wreck of a human
Times metal and collision
Scraping glass knuckles
Puncturing the wounded
And fragile heart
Caged in a chest
Framed unlike the others
A loving self
A loathing self
The die were cast
Fates decided
And the disk slipped
Too far out of place

For E.P.W.
I hope to see you next time around friend.

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