my fingers felt
that new horizons beckoned
and dropped off, one
by one
my eyes, grown tired
of servicing my brain
popped out
and rolled into blind oblivion
my tongue
has slithered off
flicking foolishly,
untasting
they are lost, and rot
and I am poor, and broken
We were one
but now
we are nothing.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
my fingers felt
that new horizons beckoned
and dropped off, one
by one
my eyes, grown tired
of servicing my brain
popped out
and rolled into blind oblivion
my tongue
has slithered off
flicking foolishly,
untasting
they are lost, and rot
and I am poor, and broken
We were one
but now
we are nothing.
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