A Valid Exit
Published at Impspired Literary Magazine
poetry
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I won’t be dressed
in wood or satin
stored in an absurd container
with a lid and then pumped
full of toxic nonsense
my face painted with false hopes
my body  laced with pretty  little romantic lies.

Reduce me to ashes
bury me in the sky
east of the sun
west of the moon
where there are no days
just untraceable time
and unpronounceable loss.

I’ll be all
of the colors
and nothing at all.
Everyone is
so certain
they’ve found
a valid exit.