i miss you please don't leave again (Remove filter)
sleep paralysis 2 (11/17/2016)
the night's frost on my brow
sews my skin shut
away and invulnerable
from the warmth of your touch
shipped like an ice block
across the country
to be gawked at in faires and
on display at museums and
the most I could hope for now
is that you'll be the one to curate me;
you'll be the one to sing at my euology.
Thursday 17th November 2016 2:01 pm
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