I crawl into the corner; the shadows are where I live now. I take the thin corners of the shady sheet and wrap myself in their warmth; this is how I grow in the darkness. All alone again. All coloured pills, a kaleidoscope of new hope. I can feel my heart beat, another one, another bump and my chest will rip ribs open and explode my love all over this room. Baptise my thoughts, can you please keep my head under a little longer. My pen is the tungsten tongue of my brain; these epileptic scribbles say it all, what a mess. I try and etch my pain, writing out my wounds but all I end up doing is drawing blood.
I am trying to tip the scale into my favour, this wait is never over. I stand and I sit, claw at my azure veins, there is something hibernating…
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Dead & Buried 