manchester by Tasheal Gill
/i saw manchester when i closed my eyes: velvet sofas, drowning bluffs, a sunset clouded by emotions.
i’m no stranger to stumbling down unfamiliar streets and daydreaming at midnight. it’s become a haven.
at 16, i was all knowing, no worship.
i studied god at the bottom of my glass and said my prayers between each panting breath. maybe i look back too often, i’m not sure.
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