Fireflies

the gutters of youth
have left me with only a
bloodied mouth

sorrow,
lost
in the crescent
of a half assed smile

illuminating
your eyes,
fireflies,
rising from the grass

inside my skin
fragments of a broken jar,
the pain,
excruciating

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