Howl for Justice
More than I can hold together, more than I can hold without him, without them, without, without, without.
The items are supposed to help, supposed to be. The leather bag holds them, holds them together like I want to hold. It holds them, holds the thin chains and the thin promises, the promises I make myself believe, make myself pretend, make myself think, think I can be. The chains are supposed to help, are supposed to hold. But I don’t know. I don’t know.
I am unsteady. I am.
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