Milkydoxy,  Triumph and Loss

You Aren’t Here + You Never Came Past The Finish + Your Wearing The Wrong Shirt

Woke up, realized not home

rather, somewhere familiar but hazy

a heart that feels cold, beating, an echo in a hollow shell

fingers cut at tips as palms shovel rocks into teared skin lips

a throat dry, rusted, teeth grind on stone, braking themselves

Neck Jerks as rocks squeeze only in attempt down the esophagus

The tears that run down the eyes,

the tears that run down the eyes and pelt the blood smeared black button up shirt

The eyes that run backwards, and the head that the Earth comes up to meet

A muffled moaning intensified.

You are on your own.

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