cacophony

「 ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ / so when i rip myself apart 」

i am an orb of helium —

flaming like one, staying afloat

amid the deathless, rushing void.

/

quenching once:

i swell

quenching twice:

i bloom

quenching thrice:

i consume.

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and my cheek the milky way —

veins of caustic pearls, my strength: every ounce of it

to hold my skin: every inch of it. hold it tight

lest it scatter, those beef jerky crumbs

i'm no blue star beyond glory

i grip myself still.

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and the dreamscape, it's freezing

an empty realm, an invincible realm; i crawl 

from one cliff to another

from where i watch the aurora dance

from the cellar of my heart

that i paint blue and fill, with sour wine

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i crawl to get out, to escape that bottle

and how does it feel

to cease my breath?

will the breeze raise me up, up?

will i be afraid of heights?

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i wanted to change

but he refuses

like a child and a man and the seraph of a foregone time

i spent so long far off the edges

like a hull and a spark and the monarch of a foregone life

i spent too long far off the edges

i failed you, she cried

no, i say (i shake my head)

are you mad, she cries

don't know, i reply.

i let the wardrums be my lullaby.