Bridges Burning

I only want to be
a sympathetic string
waiting patiently
for my octave
to awaken me
from this dead sleep
says no addict anywhere
there is a watering hole

caked in dirt.
I pull them out
before the healing is done.

Now I lay me down on a bed of nails
no more—no more getting
stuck in these lucid dreams of death.

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