it is that lull between moments when your brain trips  on the tangle of thoughts


in that cluster of dust-bunnies & forgotten promises hides the confirmation that everyone is going to use you


you ripped that painful tidbit up & tossed it into the wind,


“they will love me because i do for them”


ignoring the voice beneath the creaking floorboards that beats,


“if you had nothing of value, no-one would hurt you”


one tiny mascara coated tear stains the horizon like a pen without its cap in your handbag


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