Remaining Untitled

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Delusional

I’ve given too much I can’t take back.

My heart returns to black.

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Hindsight

Wishing to indulge in past reminiscence.

We should comfort each other’s existence.

Met you first within a neglected dry system.   

Sooner than expected we all die, so I’ll try be less of a victim.

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Hopeful

In a room surrounded by ivory walls, I felt safe.

Devoid of actuality, I learned to live.

When I gazed up I didn’t see a ceiling but a looming stretch of indefinite obscurity.

I scream for help only to hear it echo back to me.

This prison precludes my capacity to give or be given love.

I think I might die here.

I hope someone’s up there.

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Sorry

Sadness eclipses judgement.

An internment of vivid emotions seeks validity.

I’m scared.

A juxtaposition of a broken heart.

Please don’t be sorry.

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Hug

Gentle and warm your touch is a lingering memory of a better time.

Holding you reminded me I’m human.

Holding you made me feel wanted.

Hold me.

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Forgiven

Forgetting to lock the front door. I forgive you.

Looked in the mirror with nothing looking back. I forgive you.

Haemorrhaging every hope and dream ever had. I forgive you.

Sealed words lost you everything. I forgive you.

Cerebral necrosis fabricated from a fractured star system. I forgive you.

Gripping your bleeding heart, I wish you’d fuck off and die. I forgive you.

Proved I exist with a gentle kiss. Thank you for staying.

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Hey

Hi

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Unwelcome

Two slices of cheese, two brioche buns, 500 grams of lean minced beef, two leaves of iceberg lettuce and two slices of red onion. You make me want a cheeseburger.

A slice of cheese, a brioche bun, 250 grams of lean minced beef, suicidal thoughts, a leaf of iceberg lettuce and a slice of red onion. My stomach may also be empty.

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Normal

Cosmic miasma caused their hands and feet to shrivel. Somewhere a little boy dies inside, a man’s does too.

Dissociate; lithium salt learns it’s not bleeding.

Solace; he misappropriates his laughter to the irony of diminishing returns.

Disequilibrium; A clock submersed in amniotic fluid strikes at a time that’s hard to make out.

Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock. Spinning clock.

 Somewhere a clock starts to breathe again.