segunda-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2025

Invisible and full of illusion

 I walk across
I don't want to be seen
My eyes down make me invisible
steel and clumsy movement

The heaviness
this heart must carry
across the floor imagine I'm not there
metaphor brocolli or spinach

Why seek still
lust smashes me
empties me
wrything I'm wounded

Every wound an organ reopening
ritual sabotage
not enough time to forgive myself
before thoughts sting

Venemous hornet 
into the mind and heart
excitement and shock
illusions stack over my person

why seek me yet
I don't want to be seen
I want to fade into the weight of the world
Not the one you push or pull

the one that puts out the fires
of ruinous infatuation


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