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you can tell a lot about a person

by how they choose to die.

I have taught myself everything I know.

windowpanes,

steering wheels,

love knots.

things that will leave less mess and more empty.

it is what I do when the curve hits

almost go off the edge screaming.

if I fill myself up with it

that empty

will I get heavier or lighter?

sometimes nothing feels like a weight I can’t carry

laced with truths I don’t recognize

because they hide in all the dark corners.

my head is a game of hide and seek

and I trip over the upturned furniture

when I least expect it.

each minute is a sugar kiss

until I breathe and it tastes like salt.

but there are a lot of places

I haven’t found yet-

soil to fill the holes,

soul to fill the spaces.

places I will scratch into my skin

until they are so much a part of me

you can almost forget they are there.

people I will wrap myself in,

soft whispers in chocolate,

jagged edges in seawater,

dynamite in cages,

so I can’t let go.

you can tell a lot about a person

by how they choose to live.