loitering illegally in the graveyard
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Copyright 2017
—if i could simmer in this static calm for eternity maybe i could somehow ignore my labored breath and the vexatious way hysterics loll in the divot carved into my mouth by a pen waiting for the moment my lips aren't standing guard maybe from then on i wouldn't have to breathe at all become a deflated husk girl with nothing to keep her busy (keep her from freaking) no more sharp intakes or heavy sighs painful gasps (you know, it really does hurt to breathe that fast) maybe paradise all along was forgetting how it once felt to be disjointed when my fitful daydreams left me winded and sleeping made me dread the morning but when i did finally see the day i basked in the sun as some fleeting joy
as if i didn't greet it everyday as if it wasn't one of the only constant things i knew (along with the moon, the stars, and maybe capitalism) it's a ploy to get me up and out of bed
i the wandering dead i the ghost with a swimming head i the girl who can't live a 24 hour period without crying
no
calm is my happy happy is my ecstatic and my ecstatic is when i'll finally explode or implode
(i'm not one for making a scene)
but it's okay i've already resigned myself to being one step behind really, i'd rather stray and pick my way through the trees get a little lost walking hand in hand with eternity
-RB
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a/n: i wrote this last summer when the days felt vast and drowsy and crawled like turtles into the night.
