these dreams
are a symptom
of the stillbirth
lingering deep within me
of the sickness
that eats me
piece by piece
that sees these jaded images
through glassy eyes
that speaks these empty words
falling weakly
off the edge of my tongue
to their deaths
in the desperate draw
of a foreign breath
so eager
to be one
with that which is
still yours
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 2:20 AM UTC
these dreams
are a symptom
of the stillbirth
lingering deep within me
of the sickness
that eats me
piece by piece
that sees these jaded images
through glassy eyes
that speaks these empty words
falling weakly
off the edge of my tongue
to their deaths
in the desperate draw
of a foreign breath
so eager
to be one
with that which is
still yours
Written in December 2025
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