sometimes a pit
gazing inchoate
smiling past it all
inès passes the mirror
a smouldering black shape
today i looked at no one
tomorrow i’ll arrive.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
sometimes a pit
gazing inchoate
smiling past it all
inès passes the mirror
a smouldering black shape
today i looked at no one
tomorrow i’ll arrive.
che vuoi?
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
but people keep returning i look away frigid frightened caught in an inescapable duration
people i knew or know or want to know
shrinking in the corner like bellows lungs the sounds of buildings collapsing in reverse
one day it'll be better worse you smell like cigarettes you smell like process irrevocable.
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