Sad Labels:
catharsis
,
daunted
,
introspect
,
loneliness
Lost. Daring eyelashes at the bottom of the basin. Bottles. Extinguished like so many birthday candles. Wishes that don't come true. Made in the camouflage of faces we assume to recognize.
Sparse anemia's. Toy with the the cure. The basis of disease being weakness. Or otherwise the delusion of strength. From fractured hands to broken ears. The song resolves itself regardless of my involvement. I'm just there.
Lost.
Cut grass turning brown on a busy sidewalk.
Immunity arrives in parts. Jugs of sleep to drink too much of. Threats of vaccine in every lust.
Lost.
Dirty footprints stolen from the darkness. Quenches cherries still ripe enough to remember what is gone.