it always feels like a scream-
too silent, but trying
to break free.
inside of my heart.
inside of me.
and then it makes it's way into
the world, in forms
intangible but deadly.
flowing water,
sharp air.
sharp silence.
an absence.
i don't care.
do my friends think of me
at all?
besides when they're
looking for a good time,
a free spliff,
a hot touch, a tear.
i just wish
they would.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 10:02 PM UTC
it always feels like a scream-
too silent, but trying
to break free.
inside of my heart.
inside of me.
and then it makes it's way into
the world, in forms
intangible but deadly.
flowing water,
sharp air.
sharp silence.
an absence.
i don't care.
do my friends think of me
at all?
besides when they're
looking for a good time,
a free spliff,
a hot touch, a tear.
i just wish
they would.
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