More than a sensation:
It’s in every step I take,
A stabbing heartbeat mocks me.
Tender thoughts no longer follow sequences,
And I’m squeamish at the mention of hope.
Tipping over the glass,
Breaking the stems of roses,
Lunging into oblivion,
Death sleeps beside me.
I creep about the kitchen,
I flush my body with garbage.
Laying under the sparkling wine sky,
Silence chews at my patience.
Brittle moments pass,
In a final sidestep,
With a giddying slice,
Insomnia never haunts again.
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"Elph is truly an enfant terrible of the forum, bless and curse him" - Marie, Queen of Thots
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