Moving Out

Two tears to each box

at least

I motivate myself to pack these past 2.5 years away

By pretending I can shove all my sorrows in these suitcases,

right next to my summer clothes and photographs of better days-

things I know I won’t be revisiting for a while


My body

Burning hot

won’t even let me pretend anymore

And reality?

Well, she’s such a cold hard bitch.