I'm wondering what's going to
happen when the sparkles gone,
and the exposed wiring is chewed
by tiny thoughts that drawl between
rafters into untouched rooms
with Neutral White paint sponged
over the wall in circular strokes.
Things never said stay stacked in
a garage corner behind the
dissembles baby crib. Our emotions
settle in vacuum sealed buckets
separated from thoughts, like paint
and oil, left unstirred.
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aesthetic ✔
Poetrymy poems, give credit. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK SUICIDE AND DEATH IS MENTIONED MULTIPLE TIMES. PLEASE SEEK HELP IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL, DEPRESSED, OR JUST OVERALL SAD. YOU ARE LOVED. •••••••••••••••••••••••...
