Suffering is the secret tongue
spoken only in our sleep
as we break bread over the loss
that covers every bed we find ourselves in.
The trees shed their skins
in a damning disappointment
of the betrayal they witness
night after night.
The stars rearrange and dim
rejecting my begging eyes
hoping to catch a glimpse
of an enduring brightness.
I'll close the curtains
to protect the guilt that floats
in air saturated by the sweat
I've gathered for years.
It slowly feeds on by body
until no skin is left
to receive the porcelain touch
withdrawal entombs in my head.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 2:35 AM UTC
Suffering is the secret tongue
spoken only in our sleep
as we break bread over the loss
that covers every bed we find ourselves in.
The trees shed their skins
in a damning disappointment
of the betrayal they witness
night after night.
The stars rearrange and dim
rejecting my begging eyes
hoping to catch a glimpse
of an enduring brightness.
I'll close the curtains
to protect the guilt that floats
in air saturated by the sweat
I've gathered for years.
It slowly feeds on by body
until no skin is left
to receive the porcelain touch
withdrawal entombs in my head.
Written in 2021
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