I swallow the lightning
Of an alien skyline
The hiss
Of unaffiliated tongues
Colliding
The confetti tears
That smite on admission
I do not want to become
A tragedy unto myself
A shy suicide detonating
Under the gaze
Of an adroit firebrand
My identity is too fragile
To decipher
Without assimilation
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Today has been very stressful. Sam has been seriously ill for the last 2 days. Turns out he was allergic to the Christmas tree. Isadora is absolutely devastated about the tree now that we’ve taken it out (were going to give it away). We plan to get a plastic one tomorrow but it doesn’t comfort her much in the meantime. I haven’t had more than 5 minutes of quiet time today, I actually wrote this on a crowded tram on the way to the mall to do some Christmas shopping so forgive me if its gibberish.
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