SOL: Borders

My entire body is
Combustible; my nerves are frayed
And teetering on the brink of
Relinquishing all control or finally
Throwing in the towel
It’s not a flag, it’s my
White dress I am waving, symbolically
Dragging myself further down

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Like Children, Mindlessly Drawing Lines In The Sand.”

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