Monday, April 16, 2018

Unsettled

I'm not sure
I'll survive
this
This background noise
that keeps bleeding
static
It makes the dust
loom
And all I want
to do
is lie still
and feel nothing
but my own
beat
But the burning
The burning
makes it hard
to sit
in my own
skin
And I'm reminded
that the dust
never really
settles



-February 2017

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