And so I dove deeper, into the core
to where it all began.
That bunkbed, dust heavy
Next to the sheep’s
And there I lay,
the odd one out,
an open wound to stray bullets,
to silence louder than rejection.
They say it’s lonely at the top
But I know it was lonely at the bottom too.
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