(n) indulgence in aimless thought or dreamy imagining
In memory you are lost
As I second guess the cost
Of sickness spreading faster
Unmitigated disaster
Dwelling on those winter days
Brand new love a dizzy haze
Walking far into the night
Knowing we were quite the sight
In the timepiece of my heart
Hoping something new will start
Waiting til the stars align
For you again to be mine
By the end of Sisyphus Part 4 I didn’t know who I was anymore
Ageless and nameless I melt in the rain
You’re doubting me, timing me,
Daring me to get up again
And is it any wonder when I do?
Do these failings still come as a surprise to you?
In a minute I’m busy.
Some thoughts they surround me
I’m barreling through the rain:
Waiting to be caught.
Wilting under and then growing into the pain
I’m finding you;
I’ll be home soon.
Look for me sighing,
Somewhere under the moon
I think of things that scare me
Sometimes in the dark of night
A scratching at the window
Is all it takes to switch on the light.
I creep around, keeping watch,
Making sure every bolt is safely locked.
I know it’s a silly notion,
Living on the third floor,
But
Sometimes still I imagine a shape,
Silhouetted beyond the balcony door.
In the quiet
In-between zones
No one watches
No one judges
No one holds expectations
For a moment I don’t exist
And I’m grateful for the dark
Posting schedule? What posting schedule?
Oh my gosh I’ve been so inconsistent this summer. I blame the awful heat. Since school has started back up I should be back on track posting-wise though!
Chipped blue
Waiting with silent breath
This death, it comes as quite a little thing
We dance at the sight of the moon
A twilit bird call is all I need to know
You’ll be here, soon.
Her body is a milky haze
Moving slow motion through the waves,
Brambles crowd her mouth
Tongue caged by teeth that now prickle and bite.
Frustrations stick to lungs in clumps,
Coming back up, vile green,
Every breath a shaky occurrence.
Cannot unwind the cobweb fog her head has become
Eternal listener, augmented whispers,
Wake in the night, cry out,
She cannot hear.
Cotton replacing ears
Lips sewn shut in a mortuary style
Eyes of glass gaze back.
I think I’ll go to sleep for awhile.
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