This is bleeding together,
All of this.
Old men in diners, complaining about the same
Cold food.
But religiously patronize,
Devouted and devoured
cleaning the traps,
Begging for one more
Kick in the teeth.
Your relentless pacing and suffocating
Repetition
Repetition
Repetition.
In the epicenter of your most tempestuous momentum,
I am still,
air sucked out,
Entirely leveled.
The ultimate heavy,
It drapes itself,
A sickening thickness,
The mouthful of words for no one is a viscosity that fills my lungs.
This bleeds together,
All of this.
Months or weeks or hours,
Moving backwards,
Soaking into our history,
Rotting from the inside.








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In Knots

This is supposed to be the most important time of my adult life,
but instead I feel victimized, and am filled with a sense of impending doom.

I just want everything to go back to normal,
but I feel like normal wasn't really that great to begin with.