Cassandra Troyan


THE THINGS WE EMBODY ARE THE THINGS WE DESTROY

Smacked by lightning.
Irrevocable past the point of debate,
I’m drunk on hate.

People are prone to hurt each other.
We are prone to each other, and hurt.

We made fear into an idol and called it god,
I made regret into my idol called it ineradicable.
Escaping a kidnapping in Paris at 5AM, 
I couldn’t help but feel the loneliness
that we are.

I want to hold onto this memory like a bowl of milk.
Firm, yet carefully at the sides
with it tipped towards my lips. 




















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