scum, scum.
the world shrivels under my feet.
cry, scream,
without my voice sounds
fails to arrive.
Then I nonetheless, I try to crawl, cling to the one idea
for survival.
In free fall feel oppressed
hot
vibrant.
shaking inside I feel like the sun guts
I sank helpless
waiting for a kiss saving
or at least a hug
a gentle caress
loving, warm.
I tend to my life like a sound
that continues in the silence
tend to it because I can not help it, because it is
my
and alone.
Life
this.
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