Clearance: Trusted by No One
/Daylight spills,
blinds dance,
I shake with sobs.
Arms wide—
a bungee jumper
poised to fall
into the depth
of a waiting lake.
On the edge,
for reasons unknown,
I stumble, sway.
An angel's offer—
save my soul,
or
sell my life.
Clearance rack—
all confusion,
sold—
with the change,
I cast off doubt
in us—
to see our love
trusted by no one.
Tangled in evening dreams,
her soft breath
carries me,
skinny dipping
in our flaws.
By Andy Cooper
From: United States
Website: https://writeovercoffee.blog/
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