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Leaking graveyard dirt: the personification of futility.
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Leaking graveyard dirt: the personification of futility.
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It pisses me off that you piss me off at all. You win regardless.
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The scale tips further: ev'ry thing you never said (but should've) piles on.
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I do not need you. I don't need anyone, but I needed the truth.
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Callous: your skin hard like scales. Reptilian, cold–blood are you nerveless too?
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You make me so damn —(angry/sad/lonely/jilted)— wait, no, whatever.
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I cannot focus sight wavers like my resolve. How can I sign now?
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Ev'ry breath you take pulls you closer to death but you can't help yourself.
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The kraken's grasping tentacles pull at my clothes worm into my mouth.
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Brain swimming through time and space. Find my bearings now. Or am I just lost?
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Pandiculate. Late. It's late. Or, rather, early. Rub at sand and bone.
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A bubble blossoms. It wilts my brain and senses; it chokes on my eyes.
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Blankets like the sea, I'm floundering for sleep. The storm rips my hair.
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I'm a child in this bed (wrapped in sheets), pillows thrown on the floor, aching.
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Stalling for seconds. Time tick, ticks, ticks... You're so still. Drop the bomb already.
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I hate the way you (speak emptily/make me feel/ lead me on like this.)
So I might be active on this blog again now! I was so stressed out that I couldn't even write nonsense about being stressed out after like... midterms. I'm stressed still, obviously (a college grad now, trying to pay the rent 😉)... but I want to keep up with this. It's meditative. Anyways, back to our regularly scheduled haikus! (I was loading them up into my queue to post once a day in the past... should I just keep doing that? Or mast post? Or post more than once a day?)