They meet late at night

in alleys thick with cats

and streets built on myths

to discuss the important

topic of your ego; they

consider the ramifications

of leaving you scorned

with their withheld hearts,

likes, and stars, and they

decided it’s safest to plug

thumbs-up on the posts

you only wanted them

to read, extinguishing fires

you tried to light, choking

the bravery you chose

during fight-or-flight,

suffocating dreams

you once thought real, so

you could do the work

of embarking on your

own, abandoning

the very ego

they’d way-sided

from the beginning.


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