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poetic vices
in romeo’s bedroom, i sit
and breathe in slow motion
.. or maybe the world decided to spin faster
if i pull laced curtains back
too tall still, to peek out
cement that holds the winter chill
catches every act
for i can hear wind whispering now
bed, toilet, and sink
witnessing my poetic vices
yes.. i know now, the longer i wait
for this sentence to end
i am prolonging the suffering
i don’t want death to delay
now i know why he drank the poison…
though there’s no juliet for me
my journals keep my heart beating
much like a central line pulsates into one’s vein
i hear footsteps approaching
.. and a key?
time to drink.
and breathe in slow motion
.. or maybe the world decided to spin faster
if i pull laced curtains back
too tall still, to peek out
cement that holds the winter chill
catches every act
for i can hear wind whispering now
bed, toilet, and sink
witnessing my poetic vices
yes.. i know now, the longer i wait
for this sentence to end
i am prolonging the suffering
i don’t want death to delay
now i know why he drank the poison…
though there’s no juliet for me
my journals keep my heart beating
much like a central line pulsates into one’s vein
i hear footsteps approaching
.. and a key?
time to drink.
Published 13th Apr 2022
Author's Note
NaPoWriMo 2022
10/30
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13th Apr 2022 4:22am
This really crawls its way deep into my own insides.... (hugs)
I hear you, beautiful fairy 🧚🏻♀️
🌹 - B
I hear you, beautiful fairy 🧚🏻♀️
🌹 - B
13th Apr 2022 10:30pm
it was a strange journey writing this, sometimes my mind carries the pen in a new direction. prison is different for everyone. thanks for stopping by, much appreciated :)
