Sat, 03/02/2019 - 15:06 -- rjorjin

Listing. Go up.

Hurtling through a vacuum
I've fallen into many pieces
Drifting apart
Flesh not held together
I tend to escape my body
Unequivocally directionless
We are so insignificant
My bones are ink reservoirs
Break my legs, partake of the dye
Black viscous fluid pours down cheeks
Story is irrelevant, only the words matter
I am destitute and immoral
I sometimes wonder
Help clean my bones
Stop this grotesque display
Cut deeper please
Stretching impossibly, warp
Screams become low ambient hums
Fluctuating background noise
Back to ear piercing terror

Where have I gone today?

This poem is about: 
Our world


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