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ultimum statur (final stop)

And here lies the girl
that was strong,
until words wore away at her
walls of stone.

Like rain on the road,
some woman will comment,
eyeliner smudging below her lashes
and lipstick faded from lunch.

You’ll listen to her, barely
and you’ll stare the marker--

All that’s left of the girl—

There once was a girl—

I used to be the girl—

that wanted to walk to the edge
and see how long
she could stand there
without her legs
buckling beneath her.

I’m sorry I’m not there
to hold your hand.



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