sudden endingsMature

There's daylight speeding by,
my breath is caught
dead center in my lungs.
We're racing the sun.

Never thought I'd be dying
for a little more time.
Squeezing every last drop
out of this shithole.

I'm not exactly sure
that all this not sleeping
will help me heal -
but we aren't counting on that, are we?

Standing in the ruins
between my ribcage, the smoke
is just beginning to clear
& I'm afraid to open my eyes.

I hum along with the sirens
of the emergency vehicles in the distance -
never too personal for my own good,
there's always been comfort in endings.

The End

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