tsk. i still pray for something to land on me and kill me says:
so what are you feeling now ?

★ into the grey sky morning' *‮٭‮* says:
i'm feeling gross
★ into the grey sky morning' *‮٭‮* says:
like a pickle
★ into the grey sky morning' *‮٭‮* says:
i hate pickles by the way

BLANKNESS

sink and float
feather and rock
the sun goes down

and there is a blankness in my mind

floating somewhere between black and white
conversations fall with an imperceptible
thud
at the base of my skull
barely even registered
as noise

muffled twilights trickle down
my throat
cooling my insides and
drenching the world in tones of blue

a nightingale
sings my nerves awake

and the blankness clears

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