drabble
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i’ve been in a very bad place as of late,
but i always have; maybe it is my fate
to be miserable; how else could i pay
for the things i have done? i could not say.
someone save me from this hell;
i’m not afraid of heights, i tell them,
but i do fear stairs and ladders
because i fear instability
more than i do clowns or adders.
because i need all to be in order
in my young and fruitful life.
i think the world is ending, or maybe that’s just me.
maybe it’s wishful thinking and not a prophecy.
maybe i am mixing up the dreaming and the waking,
or maybe i’m suffering from the pills that i’m not taking.
what do i think upon waking,
upon the first blink of my eyes?
every night, i try to remind myself
to remember my thoughts when i rise.
and every morning my phone alarm rings,
cut me between the fingers so that no one else will see, and
i’ll slice you up in figures divisible by twos and threes.
meet me with a taxi, babe, you know just what i need.
Despite what people say, i'll have a daughter one day.
Maybe not by birth, but i’ll say one day.
She’ll have her mother’s eyes, of the color they’ll be.
Take my hand
Deliver me from evil
Come with me
Into eternal sunshine
Fly away to a new world.
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Like a storm baby
Let's make way
Lightening.
Thunder.
No sight of day.
Dark
Cold and damp.
