July 27, 2020
Illustration of an eye raining from the sky by burgundy bugSource: The Burgundy Zine
sitting along the precipice,
my feet dangle and i lock eyes with the abyss,
my stomach tangles,
my thoughts are scrambled,
and so i let them disperse,
bury my fears deep within the earth,
sow my sorrows and sprout from the hurt,
dirty fingers push my hair behind my ears,
and i wonder if this’ll drag on for a few more years,
where do my answers lie?
are my prayers just a lullaby?
bye bye, i’m biding my time,
bitting new holes in my tongue,
letting the words linger in my larynx,
i just wish i knew where to go next.
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