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fingerless gloves discarded
A tissue falls to the floor
my legs are numb,
tangled in string knots and
pinned in ink stains,
more than wandering thought trains,
the steam opens pores, stay cold to close them, pseudoscience pneumonia will stop your lungs, the scarred issues hang loose outside the body, burned to ash, eaten by greedy fingerfuls.
Just another metaphor you won't understand, it's all that I can cut, bleed, and pour out, this emptiness runs me dry, I lost the only friend I had getting high, the sandpaper kisses rub the hair off my skin. I'm eaten within, maggots and spiders take host in my ribcage, mourning that they hadn't come this morning, the sparkler is getting low and stinging my fingers.
The light will die and the sick will linger.
my legs are numb,
tangled in string knots and
pinned in ink stains,
more than wandering thought trains,
the steam opens pores, stay cold to close them, pseudoscience pneumonia will stop your lungs, the scarred issues hang loose outside the body, burned to ash, eaten by greedy fingerfuls.
Just another metaphor you won't understand, it's all that I can cut, bleed, and pour out, this emptiness runs me dry, I lost the only friend I had getting high, the sandpaper kisses rub the hair off my skin. I'm eaten within, maggots and spiders take host in my ribcage, mourning that they hadn't come this morning, the sparkler is getting low and stinging my fingers.
The light will die and the sick will linger.
Published 16th Dec 2021
Author's Note
Alexa, play anything that will make me feel
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16th Dec 2021 11:53pm
Anonymous
21st Dec 2021 2:34am
I enjoy:
the sense of being in a particular situation & state of mind, without regard to how impenetrable it remains at times
the chunks of highly rhythmic language, chunks more memorable for their rhythmic texture, than for the metaphors, sometimes;
certain moments & motifs stand out and linger.
Sense comes about through chains of associations: pinned (penned) --> ink stains --> thought trains --> steam --> pores --> cold --> home remedies...etc.
Enjoyed!
the sense of being in a particular situation & state of mind, without regard to how impenetrable it remains at times
the chunks of highly rhythmic language, chunks more memorable for their rhythmic texture, than for the metaphors, sometimes;
certain moments & motifs stand out and linger.
Sense comes about through chains of associations: pinned (penned) --> ink stains --> thought trains --> steam --> pores --> cold --> home remedies...etc.
Enjoyed!
