12/5/18 11:26PM
the vapid space inside my chest
expands and contracts into my bones
and when i try to take a drink
there’s no impulse
the void within me flows out my pores
and i am pockmarked
grotesquely patching
driven by faded beliefs
i worship the god park bench
stools iced over
scattering fields like obelisks
the only peace out there
is an empty dog park
i try to find the whispers
and i always hear my own
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Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
So beautifully melancholic, it was like a warm drink which numbed my sorrow by tasting just like it
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