10 seconds at a time

Poem

Cozzie
Scuzzbucket
Feb 11, 2023

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cosminoance.com

One minute

counting its seconds, measuring your breath

while you stab my lips

I keep my eyes open, searching betrayal yet

yours are closed

To my dreamy purgatory, I remain

a skeptic

bearing shackles of my own design

Sometime they’ll wash up on your shores

if you hit them hard enough

Your lie, or mine?

We both know the rust is deep

It gnaws on anything that mimics happiness

I learnt to hide it

in whatever it touches

Do you hate me, or was that just me?

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