I looked
otherwise unaltered
used to stand
later I, lay on the floor altered the silhouette
and the cavernous reality
just a scar that leads down to the sand
stained red
by years of salt and rain
where there were once windows and glass
I'm going to be
chewed up
hammered out over you
holes and lines
no daylight
resurfacing
but
the dim light
will allow it to be
beautiful
i don’t seem to write much anymore.
Maybe it's because at one point the music got turned up real loud,
didn’t like the thoughts in my head,
the noise of the world.
One day, I want to be as strong as my shadow;
waking up, running,
falling asleep, dreaming.
Made from muscled arms and soft angles.
We manifest our fear in our hands, as physical things; sometimes it pricks at our skin and leaves marks, sometimes it results in stiff fingers, cracking from a stiffened clench.
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