Cottoned. 06.

 06

here lies a number close to my heart


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'Mush'

poetry accompanied by art

01

demons in my head

and in my lungs

and in my heart

wish that i could numb these invisible bruises

and i can't understand

why living has to be this hard

it already feels like i've taken a life that isn't mine.


02

life, is it

still-darkness

or flashes of monochrome

burning in flames that only bursts from inside

nightmares and reality

all seem as one

i still don't comprehend why living requires

too many things all at once


03

my inners feel like tar

and my outer feels tarnished

am i just an empty pot

holding nothing but faux seeds


04

do people look like they carry knives behind their backs

or am i the one who places the knives

behind their souls

trying to resonate with the mundane emotions they might be feeling

besides the piercing pain

will they make me feel


whole



.FIN.


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