Out of Respect
I exclude myself from my
Usual exclusion. The
carefully-layered, spine-breaking
diy-Dug bunker of cyclical soul-bottom Numbness
to breathe a sigh of relief
but the sigh is a stab
cutting me deep
I'm exhaling just because,
somehow, the pain is lenient, lets
me breathe.
Sadness and the Visual
embrace of your deep, watering eyes
pierces my mind whether my eyes are open or slammed shut.
I may be lost to you but
I let you enter and hurt me with
your unintentional memories shaped
like out-of-body streaming media.
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