One day
if everything stops ticking
like a dying clock
and I'm caught
in the little gasps of time,
pull me out of a vacuum
of trembling reveries
as fast as you can,
Never push the red button
and call for an ambulance,
even if what's left of me
is a bag of skin and bones
and a trail of cursed heartbeats.
I'm tired of asking the nights
why songs die
in a middle of a rhyme,
why my life
is a broken twig of expectations
soaked in salty whine,
wake me up
with a magenta slap,
rescue me
from a world full of teeth
waiting in the thick slabs of silence,
eager to devour
my flickering sanity whole.
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08.14.21
ยฉamsterdam
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