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2020 sometimes I think
the necklaces inside me
have written my story.
every word I will ever say
every handshake
every stranger.
in a snapshot of memories
he laughs at my lines.
my soul, written down in strands, screams
take me when you go.
I know somehow he will be a stranger again.
when I can’t sleep
the strands will blink a million eyes
a mental breakdown
(like all of them)
that can only be seen physically
on the inside.
when I am breathless
they can breathe for me
purer oxygen than I would
be able to ever flirt into my veins…
they have so much to say.
maybe that’s why I just watch.
when I can’t scream
the necklaces will come apart.
what a way to come undone.
The Necklace DNA
Our gene history is in the strands, all that we are. Cool comparison. ~S~