Loneliness

All these years, I have known the distinctive pleasure

of loneliness,

How it rotates it’s straw beneath my tender tongue.

The diaphragm splintering.

and blooming into a void of silence.

Days gone by,

Soiled and fractured bones.

I hear a sudden twitch of my collarbone,

A stubborn slap of liquid clock,

Abandoning this body of goddess.

How does one become a mannequin?

One simply stares and blinks,

Abandoning

the vacancy of emptiness.

Twirling with frills of lunacy,

Shallow& hot.

Hot& porcelain pain.

A feverish stare

Of orange stomach into the sky of violet detachment.

There.

And you become a terrible word in the sky.

A terrible, terrible wound.

counting hours for the doctor’s rush.

Loneliness does that to you,

It seeks a shade into your darkness,

Ladders of ambiguous scars.

A blind engulfed comfort.


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