love poetry, poetry, spilled ink, spilled thoughts, Writing

Over it

 

she says to herself as she lights the blunt on fire
she curls her mouth open and sucks up the blaze
enough to burn her throat
enough to fill her lungs – as she releases the smoke into the black air
she lays there
he hasn’t called her
text her in weeks
at first it was mind fucking
as time passed she felt nothing
then clarity filled her mind
gravity let go of her heart
til then she vowed to love herself first – to pay attention to her needs first
like the blunt that turned to ashes
he was history.

 

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