Inevitable it was
for the little kin to stray from its den
and fall into the hole of another
stumbled, staggered and fled
and sticks up their chin all the same
as a child, glued to their game.
Strung up those far-fetched dreams
making its way down heavy-rocked streams



S    C    R    E    A     M
                         U    N   S  T  E   A        D Y
S  O  D  D  E  N
                S
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                                      H           E           A           V             Y


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It’s curfew now.
Make your way home, safe and sound
And find a reason to wake up tomorrow
For another round

4am mornings and
4pm afternoons
tired eyes and empty stares
just pretending I don't care
stop! its all fine
ill just wash my hair
and tidy my room
sit on my chair
mum'll be home soon

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this lopsided goop
that slops on its walls

pinching words that don’t mean much at all
kick
crawl
bawl
and drawl the words over your head
clinging on to yesterday’s tread

tipping on my toes
we all know I’m not alone yet
but when will it be?
that one day I’ll lose all completely

arched back
hitched breath
rolling eyes
and nothing yet.

The dark was weighing on me

took the sleep that I was walking,

so I led myself to reap

all the riles I’ve been planting-

Yes I’ve read your warning message

saw the dread that you were spreading

but I misread the bleating red

and fell short of my descending.