MOS: Helene

So much to be unsaid,
withdrawn from the throat.

Kept among the puzzle of lights,
iron wrought,
so wrecked into trees unseen, unanswered.

Opposite the envy. No bringer of a jury.

I yell “Fire!” in the room.

This is for all of us to die.
to remain certain in our beliefs.

So constrained, almost an explosion.

Thirst the moment before the boom.

The stillness of the second that passes.

I want to be left here before it ______.

To be left during the falling of fruit.

I collapse, I collapse.

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