Monday, November 1
I am cradled in emptiness
A case of bones
Vast and gaping
A light shines
Underneath a doorway
Out of reach is
The next word
Staged contrition
A role play of real life
Wishing for the before
Holding breath for the after
Waiting
is a game
I don't know the rules
It's a sport
with no players
A ship with no crew
How can you be so heartless?
Apathy
is your ugly face
Your only face
It might not make sense
A cruel heart may never
Understand
Or see the living
Amongst the dead
There's a fire in my bones
And a screeching
Resounding off my soul
Ashen and ruined
Are my hands
It's not forever
They say in the distance
But it is lost
Within the cavity
A chair of bones
And ash
And light
And wine red fear
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