Want's Closet

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Aching with no bruise, vena cava's clenching

Heart gushing in resonant clicks. Stomach is a wolf

Scratching at some meat. Reaching, but I fall

Tumbling through the seas. Seas of endless,

Sorrowful, Waves. Like his eyes- dark,

Stormy, coudless. He doesn't see me

But I do. I see adjectives and nouns

I'm watching- there's no sound.

An empty battlement of mind

Arrows fogging up the sky

Dirt in my veins- clogging.

Coffin sealed.

Breathing- or not

Suffocating.

Being with no use, imagination's reeling

An endless parade, Shadows on a stage

Mind creating a life, never lived.

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