I’m human.

Beyond all collective measure, flawed.

I see life moving like paper bags in the rain.

I stand and ask it to move.

I stand, head cocked and confused with eyes fixed “why here?”.

Tones in syllables that mount a horse of how and why its always been.

Riding ghosts like mares, in linen beds shaped like mouths.

I forgot you here.

clutching flesh that wilted into question marks and hesitation wounds.

I’m watching everything smoke hard into deliberate mouths.



Bleeding upon every minute that exists within these walls.


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