somedays it is actually difficult not to dig the ground and bury myself alive.
i want to sink, i want to fade. i want to dissipate like breath into cold
i want to be far, far away.
far
far away sounds like the kiss of sugar on the lips,
a quick mouth, or fist,
what you left behind in the red shadow of light
i find my sweet senility,
i believe
i believe
in invisibility.
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