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



What a way to live

Tracking backwards and


Good intentions


Don’t martyrise


Just melt away

And lend the broken pieces

To recycle the old feelings

Give them to your mother



When logic leaves you dry

I’ll try

To be magic

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