any sense of who i am or was or will be
dissolved in that caustic drink
i so willingly consume.
in it, reds, yellows, and blues morph
into filtered hues of black and grey, devoid
of anything resembling life. and I smile.
the diary in the corner, topped with dust,
wants more secrets to fill its pages
but I'm too tight-lipped to indulge.
Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 7:39 PM UTC
any sense of who i am or was or will be
dissolved in that caustic drink
i so willingly consume.
in it, reds, yellows, and blues morph
into filtered hues of black and grey, devoid
of anything resembling life. and I smile.
the diary in the corner, topped with dust,
wants more secrets to fill its pages
but I'm too tight-lipped to indulge.
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