from a chair, blank stare

duck for cover

run away

i was eating panic soup while dreaming of you today

elastic waste bands

hands in pocket

shuffling from corner to corner hoping i don’t see you again


it wasn’t really dreaming

i was walking through zombie neighborhoods we used to haunt feeling cement remnants to discover what i want

exchange of trust

it blurred the canvas

catch a sickness

we’ll call it rebirth

caution tape and ropes around my neck

thank you

for wishing

pennies and crossed fingers

fuck themselves in corners

where drunk slobs relationships relieve themselves

that was me

rushing you with pain dirty hands

i just wanted confirmation that you cared

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