Arsenic

glass bottles on shelf
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i sneak up on me
upend myself
defend this nobody to no one

i feel infected
i feel wrong
and what i feel is what i’m running from

bad connection
missed you back there
going through a dark patch
but now i’m all clear
and now it’s all me
and i’m happy to see that
time hasn’t been a passage
worth consideration

i missed too many words
and now i’m struggling
playing catch-up
with nobody
for no one

my feet are aching
my arms are sore
and i’ve never been this fucking tired before

and it feels good to burn
when you’re all alone
i just want to stay warm
i just want to go home

JD- It’s that feeling you get when you’re pretending to be somebody you’re not for no reason.

©2018

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