Aside 11 Jan

Bad dreams, and broken backs. Waking up with a throbbing beat, an unforgiving thickness in my throat like a heart attack.

The fright of loss, the denial of it pulling my weight like the burden it is…

Whose cold static lips kiss me in the cold of the dark?

Whose old fragile voice calls to my petrified body?

Where was the warmth love when I fell victim to that place?



Aside 4 Dec

I say what I say and I mean what I say for a reason.

Aside 4 Dec

lost is the luckless soul.

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