Wednesday, November 28

Phosphorescent


so terrifying
(the black)
underneath
mine eyes
(the gaps)
between my
lower teeth,
so sorry
is end here
—who goes?
so fortunate
so dazed
please take my
opportunity
and keep
it warm
I’ve been sick
24 hours now
or sixteen
years; I
never really
meant to harm
anyone; the wind,
the rain, blow
on, rattle
panes, I am
phosphorescent,
the ember
separate to
the fire
and who
goes there?

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