nothing works right here
doors swell shut
lights flicker out
I give it all,
still feels half-finished
like a song cut mid-chorus
the people I love
leave limping
like I’m bad luck
that rubs off
so I turn cold,
keep distance,
wear silence like armor
meanwhile my body
is a clock with missing gears,
ticks, stalls,
ticks, stalls
still, I drag forward
through the static,
through the rust,
through the weight
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC
nothing works right here
doors swell shut
lights flicker out
I give it all,
still feels half-finished
like a song cut mid-chorus
the people I love
leave limping
like I’m bad luck
that rubs off
so I turn cold,
keep distance,
wear silence like armor
meanwhile my body
is a clock with missing gears,
ticks, stalls,
ticks, stalls
still, I drag forward
through the static,
through the rust,
through the weight
