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Wild Lion*esses Pride from Jay's avatar

80mg of Final Moments

I stand at the door one last time.

The walls remember everything—

the silence, the shame, the shadowed years.

But I am not who I was.

I whisper goodbye not with sorrow,

but with breath.

This house was my cage.

It was also my chrysalis.

I walk out lighter.

Not empty—free.

The lock clicks shut behind me,

not with grief,

but with gratitude.

I carry only what’s mine.

And ahead of me—

nothing but sky.

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Jane Dougherty's avatar

A story in a poem, a triolet. A melancholy one.

Final Thoughts

I would not want to wait so long

my tongue be silent, eyes too dim

to see the blackbirds, hear their song.

I would not want to linger long

once beauty fades, and shadows throng

the meadow where the swallow’s skim.

I’ll wait with you, it won’t be long,

till tongues fall silent, eyes grow dim.

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