i would rather

sometimes the thread-bare tears
in this thin skin
make themselves known
in the strangest ways
like a light pierced shadow
or pain in the unexpected moments
a stopped heart beat
that weighs ache-hard inside

i would rather the wild wind
lift this frame – a kite lost to the skies
then blast through the holes

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