Monday, February 4, 2019

1:51 AM - REPEAT, REPEAT

flying 20 flights
inhaling that plastic bag air
soaking in your own filth in a tub
wearing that ill fitting necklace
counting until you can't
tearing until you can't
wondering why
no one tries
but you always knew
always knew
how this ends
regardless
just you
in darkness.

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