Absence Lives Here
Absence lives here. It does what it wants to.
It’s hard on the inmates.To be your own worst
enemy. You can name it hell and it will stare a
hole in the back of your head. It won’t work
to stand up. It won’t work to sit down. Just
existing to breathe, a cold comfort disease.
Underground medicine taker, your self
absorbed but you call it the devil. In the
human rust and isolation the blue healer is
bored again. And when I look into your eyes
I see those wasted sleepless nights. They remind
me of myself. And a place where I chose not to
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