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Poesie

a collection of poetry "Let this evening be the next piece of fabric you/stitch onto the dwindling threads of time" (from "it's late") {RM 2022-2023}

14 . imobile

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by rhimerlot

by rhimerlot

Split me open and

watch my deadened heart spill out

Carve into my soul,

sink your teeth into my fingertips,

rip my eyes from their sockets–

See if I flinch

I am numb, I am tasteless; I crave feeling and life

I wade through my thoughts and

pick out the ones that are the most tragically horrible

I choose this madness

Do I choose this madness?

Did I choose this madness?

The floor is messy again

My memories are saved in photos and the physical,

I could not tell you about them

I am stuck, not drowning

I am imobile, not gasping

I am buried, not thrashing

Even so–

I do drown, I do gasp, I do thrash, I do,

If only in silent moments behind closed eyelids

How can I choose this madness?

How have I chosen this madness?

How could I choose this madness?

It is raining again

How deeply I wish to be one of those

heavenly teardrops

Who bend and wilt in the wind