The Rubicon

All I have
are expired love potions
And words,
my paper boats,
roaming in the seas.
The barrels of my dreams
sit numb in empty rooms
Soft blades under my feet
Feathers on my wrists
I’ve died a million times
And every fold of my skin
hides shrunken bodies
and secrets of my lives.
I’ve tried
to walk the lines
with a clear mind,
but drunken and dangerous
I’ve crossed the Rubicon.

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