the horizon of events
hell in a handbasket
master of inquiring
the weight of petty anguish
leaning on a lack of calories
I like the feeling of my dehydration
being something I can soothe
stuck inside of dreams where I'm something
to stare at
I'm sweating bullets thinking about
whether it's intended
I meant it
drift inside a spaceship
slipping into deep sleep
waking up to scarring and hysterics
it hurts less
memories are making me queasy
all I want is coffee and somewhere to take a nap
or to crash
what a mess
think I'll clean it up tomorrow
no show
mind blown
filling up my hollow

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