disillusionment (Remove filter)
may it never, yet it does
the monsters used to live under the bed
now they walk the streets, most often,
with halos around their heads
cold sunbeams stiffen my hyphenated bones
and even singing does nothing
to evaporate the frosted water in my veins
splash my neck
slap my face
I’m sick of talking, I get no satisfaction
from my lower case hate
Saturday 25th May 2013 4:03 pm
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