everything crawls everything hums
i move slower here
déjà vu
writing poetry on steps
the church doors aren’t locked
the church does not exist
here
i eat alone
walk alone
sleep alone
today my hair was greasy
my period didn’t come
my sweater didn’t come
crawl back towards the lights
bury myself into my noose
winter will come.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
everything crawls everything hums
i move slower here
déjà vu
writing poetry on steps
the church doors aren’t locked
the church does not exist
here
i eat alone
walk alone
sleep alone
today my hair was greasy
my period didn’t come
my sweater didn’t come
crawl back towards the lights
bury myself into my noose
winter will come.
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