empty bones


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

  • Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 5th, 2018 23:41
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 50


  • sylviasearcher

    So beautifully melancholic, it was like a warm drink which numbed my sorrow by tasting just like it

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