nothing fits, nothing holds,
slips out, out of control.
crave the soft touch,
that never stays.
buy the stature,
can never deck.
jutting ledges are ugly,
molded curves better.
put something in,
filaments and wire.
put some meat,
walking, talking twig.
must be sick then,
no?
matryoshka failed then,
no?
just a runt,
doesn't know better.
so pretty, so slender,
don't dare complain.
privilege is yours,
suffering is theirs.
selfish, always selfish,
feelings don't matter.
shut up, clamp up,
it's not the same.
back onto the bicycle,
running on no fuel.
hard to notice,
there's never a change.
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Paracosmic Kalopsia
Sonstigesa detailed, imaginary world that is thought to be more beautiful than it really is. -poems and prose and short stories TW: mentions of suicide/self harm/violence. Please be cautious.
