Everything About Me Is Wrecked:
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1 min readAug 26, 2018
my skin, my scabs,
my mountain and dirt…
the grail.
I fidget a few times;
where are the remnants?
tobacco crumbs in my pocket-
charred paper and filter at the end-
walking alone in a light drizzle-
my cousin at home in his room.
I flicker again;
somehow this made sense but when I breathe out it all collapses.
anything that I have now is just a memory somewhere in my brain.
nothing new has ever happened in quite a while.