Love Puppet


She bleeds her distance away from me

Without the clutch I feel I can breathe

Still these vents are latched with strings 

Pulling with every beat

Becoming Obsolete


I count my fingers for everyday

 There's not enough that I could say

These joints explode into my brain

All hail the king, all Because of the Shame


I fall into forever now

Its a condensed fall for now

As I stick to this time and space

The eggs crack and sizzle in my Basket Case



  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 2nd, 2021 03:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    an intriguing read
    wonderfully worded, thanks for sharing

    • Noah

      Thanks mek!

    • Inko

      well done noah keep on writing.

      • Noah


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