or lend some sort of superficiality to the splendor of
the presence of impatience in my pathetic persona.
As my jaw and indecision grind to a halt
and snap from from comforted coves,
where they belong, my sunken eyes inflame and
I'm sleeping in sullen separation from the self.
It's been days since silence sounded simple.
Static sears my open ears--
slipping somewhere under my veins, slowing my blood,
and my thoughts to sludge.
1 comment:
"As my jaw and indecision grind to a halt..."
This is my favorite line
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