everything looks gray under moonlight, even
my eyes, my skin
I am hollowed out with grayness
it coats the inside of my ribs like chalk dust
I am an attic
I am a cardboard box
I am an elephant graveyard.
you did not make me clean
you crawled inside me then disintegrated into
dust, to dust, to dust
to dust
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC
everything looks gray under moonlight, even
my eyes, my skin
I am hollowed out with grayness
it coats the inside of my ribs like chalk dust
I am an attic
I am a cardboard box
I am an elephant graveyard.
you did not make me clean
you crawled inside me then disintegrated into
dust, to dust, to dust
to dust
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