GLASS EYES
Heres to a disappearing poet of always in sorrow sleeping in the limbs of afternoon cowers
Falling small and lean to the bone
Mind failing, neurotic melodies turning to stone
A hard swallow through a dehydrated tunnel
Lips; lizards skin
A salt of runnels burn over them
cascading down glass eyes
Metaphysical of the mind dispersing
No longer wise
Surfeiting of blue orbs ravishing each with force of impulse
A manipulating current washing away what was once reality
As an appointee of myself lies over dissolving health
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4am
PoesíaI spent most of my life learning how to feel less These days I teach myself to feel more Kill your emotions and you'll die along with them C O M P L E T E D 2016•2018
