Last Time

Drudging your hopeless coat
Along with your hopeless fight
Gripping the stairs with your broken knuckles
Your broken, cut-off stammer
You lean against the door
Trying to make a noise
To help you as your thighs stop
You claw at the door
Scratching the wet, peeling wood
Your thoughts are only on the other side
Your fingers feel the relief
Of being given up
And the air in front of face
Gets warm for the last time

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