i was suicidal a few weeks ago

now that cat scratches me, its scratcher

i’m loathe to think it could be any other way

 

in stride, the want for something better

must not blow the tides from within

 

in other areas of pondrance,

i sit, still,

wondering

 

how long, too, to be laid to rest

how long left

how long until the dawn’s crest melts my idle fingers

and i am sullenly sewn shut

my mouth the only oasis in the night sky

 

some say mirth is the placebo for a jolly Roger

i’m not one to disagree, but…

 

instilling lilac and denouncing cross-forked havens

some say…

 

but I think we’re better off

 

I think we’re better off

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