maybe one day August won’t feel like this
a sunset
a last breath
an unexpected death
an unrelenting heat
maybe one day August won’t sound like
echoes off of hospital walls or
prayers to an absent god
maybe one day August will mean
a requiem
not just a guttural melody from my gutted insides or
a cataclysmic haunt
but a sunrise
spring
a beginning
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