tired of overlooking
the things i desire
the willingness to get through
the infinite doors of my mind

i have been so kind
i have built thee shrines
i have portraits of you
in the seams of the middle of my pussy
i have photographs of you
on the bottoms of my feet
i’ve bruised my back
carrying your burdens
while offering you sweets

i’ve been tired of you, of life
what separates dimensions of a universe
what light and dark
can do in and out
a billion shades

what a hallow thing
we create only to fade
a shadow of you
a shadow of me
what do we have?
a bit of laws and math

the darkness combs
i slip into nothingness
an apparition
not in this world
or another



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