the last of us

i am tired of the taste
of iron pyrite
lingering on my tongue

sins served cold for breakfast
the perpetual heartbreak diet menu
at the

for too long i have believed
if i loved you enough
it would soften your hardened heart

now i listen with new ears
to your angel hair justifIcations
spun glass eulogy words
and i know

no amount of cleansing rain
will return the giving soil beneath a person’s weary feet
once the earth has chosen to turn
to a mountain of stone

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