I pick the pieces
of concrete out of my skull Your silence feels so confining I scratch the earth with my teeth Bleed green grass from my aching eyeballs Now that you mention it I’m satisfied with your laughter I laugh too in solitude It feels so deafening the way your dicers slice into my eardrums I lick the gratitude find a way to defy it but the whys are just so haunting We wander a damaged plane of existence The world has left me a place at the dinner table The menu feels like betrayal
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