prayers to erase you

this is a prayer to banish thoughts of you from my mind

im veiling your face with scrawls and haze and fog and static
by the time I wake and come to I will be all alone
but it'll be okay, it'll be all ill remember
I'm rediscovering my own corner within the discomfort
and I don't know when I'll come back
and when I do, it'll be with my own blood in my mouth

i hope i never think of you again.

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