continuing to corrode.

lover, long-time true-friend, and nothing else.
every once in a while i’m able to identify
the stagnant, rotting parts of my life.
i cut them out with sharp blade and steady hand

keep one foot out the door.
when you run out of things to offer, blink
and all traces of you will be gone.

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i am cleaning out my life.
picking bad people out like burrs from clothing
organizing and re-organizing my room
licking envelopes and spending more time with words
abandoning used-to-be’s and meeting more real-life beauties daily
accepting my vices and letting guilt flow in, but then quickly
out.