Chomping
Time skips by
Forwarded to destination
Array and dismantle
Trusty stress pills
Dissolving
Logical minds
Creating expansion
Distrusting today
Little tiny people
Houses made
Building a way
Shallow to not give it all
Into here again
Born but never forced to stay
Massive insect construct
Honeycomb taste
Trapped breathing
Hidden behind this wall
Waiting for a sumptuous sound
Suttle ears, tuned
Blood flows exciting
What can I do
I've become this way
- Author: bones (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 15th, 2025 00:37
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 11
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