Wingskull [Poem]

Hmm, here’s one o’ them poems I wrote in the winter.


I’m so bored
With feelings
So unnatural
It stings

To think of her
When she’s here,
When she’s gone
Apathy I fear


Spill my tongues
Glistening and real
Heart so slow
Blood stops
Head to heel

Their ears are sleepy
From repetition
New news
You choose
The old left to omission


I can only speak
A thousand times
I’m so tired!
Of feelings

Inside a stone skull
My brain has wings
Pulled down by ropes
Only worms and things.

Only worldly wings,
Only worldly wings…

Wingskull [Poem]

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