& perhaps
the tragedy of it all
was that reality
never seemed to be a
bother
compared to her sense of
pareidolia
if at any moment she caught
a scent of any
deeper meaning
she took to the tips of her
toes
& stalked it
until the
silence
became too great
to bear as
tried and true
fate
then down came her shoulders
down came the flood gates
fueling the catacombs
of her
nerve-endings
with any drug that was
welcoming
sleepy days
& lucid nights
misplaced whispers
& constant fright
"something must have remained"
she'll tell herself
on the seldom, solemn
cigarette days
"some piece must have stayed"
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 7:56 PM UTC
& perhaps
the tragedy of it all
was that reality
never seemed to be a
bother
compared to her sense of
pareidolia
if at any moment she caught
a scent of any
deeper meaning
she took to the tips of her
toes
& stalked it
until the
silence
became too great
to bear as
tried and true
fate
then down came her shoulders
down came the flood gates
fueling the catacombs
of her
nerve-endings
with any drug that was
welcoming
sleepy days
& lucid nights
misplaced whispers
& constant fright
"something must have remained"
she'll tell herself
on the seldom, solemn
cigarette days
"some piece must have stayed"
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