I long for the stirred hours to disintegrate
and slip back to where
they are supposed to rest
tonight, I am six once more.
derided. condemned. falling.
looking for a safer place to hide
my soft, careless heart,
so it would not break into havoc
and wilting chrysanthemums.
and the night is a sarcophagus
filled with curses and hushed clamors.
my hands have laid my cluttered bones inside
like stray dying stars.
I shiver, crumble,
weathering the weight of ghastly traumas
crawling in the space
in a rotting state
tonight, I am six once more.
I find my small feet
dragging my body back to
the space behind our old curtain.
a besmirched prison
I have settled my sorrows in.
I stay and wait for the world
to end in flames.
I stay and wait for my dainty collapse
the night is so eeringly shaken,
rattling at worst.
and I am a child,
feeble, fearful
of a nightmare in the wake
I long for the stirred hours to disintegrate
and slip back to where
they are supposed to rest
Mar 14, 2023
Mar 14, 2023 at 6:50 AM UTC
I long for the stirred hours to disintegrate
and slip back to where
they are supposed to rest
tonight, I am six once more.
derided. condemned. falling.
looking for a safer place to hide
my soft, careless heart,
so it would not break into havoc
and wilting chrysanthemums.
and the night is a sarcophagus
filled with curses and hushed clamors.
my hands have laid my cluttered bones inside
like stray dying stars.
I shiver, crumble,
weathering the weight of ghastly traumas
crawling in the space
in a rotting state
tonight, I am six once more.
I find my small feet
dragging my body back to
the space behind our old curtain.
a besmirched prison
I have settled my sorrows in.
I stay and wait for the world
to end in flames.
I stay and wait for my dainty collapse
the night is so eeringly shaken,
rattling at worst.
and I am a child,
feeble, fearful
of a nightmare in the wake
I long for the stirred hours to disintegrate
and slip back to where
they are supposed to rest
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