It couldn’t have been anymore clear.
Statements made from self-righteous empowerment.
No amount of present alterations could untwist what has been swept away.
Though the ladder lacks height, I cannot stop now.
So tiny my understanding must have been to even fathom climbing back down.
I remove my belt and tear away at cloth (clearly not worth the coverage) just to arrive.
The door pulsed a jar from some silent force.
Just.
Inches.
Away.
A face.
The one I‘ve kept closer then my enemies,
Will never great mine in the morning.
But when I am drowning in my sleep,
She is always there to pull me up.
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