AJ

The Fate Of My Estates

I can taste but not swallow

My skin melts away

With the bathwater

Until I am a pile of bones

 

Harsh and heavy against

Ceramic dreams and

The melancholy music

I fall asleep to

 

Awake at night

To closed eyes in daylight

I make these days

Non-days

 

What a way to live

Tracking backwards and

Sleepwalking

Good intentions

Sacrifice

Don’t martyrise

 

Just melt away

And lend the broken pieces

To recycle the old feelings

Give them to your mother

 

Alchemize

When logic leaves you dry

I’ll try

To be magic



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