this the world centers or less





sun beats down upon my head
cracked earth waits to trip me
falling to the bottom 
of the page	 that could mean nothing
my body waits to trip me
over extended and pushing 
it abandons me
the sun beats down 	on my blackened skin
turned, burned to ashes
the shade didn't help
because I couldn't stay in the box
I stepped on the cracks
I wanted to break my mother's back
life is waiting to trip me
I trip on purpose 
spoiling it for everyone








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