amber maria moon
Cure For Speeding Time - Poem by amber maria moon
Its been eight singles seconds since the last time i laughed,
I'm feeling warn out,
Muted, sucked from inside.
My hands are clean
No heart shaped bruises,
'It's not getting harder? '
They don't remember the pills I look,
Can't recall how I look,
The life you give, is doing no good,
And the mirror shows a ghost
With hollow eyes,
My mouth stretched in gaunt surprise.
If you know a cure for death, tell him,
he needs it more than I.
Perfectly healthy, he just doesn't have the brains to know why.
Muted, working through it, doing just fine.
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