i pray i dont wake up


saturday morning.


alone in a basement


with a different language spoken


and no one to bear weight


with people i dont know,


and all that i have,




to the circus


for fun and games


with a group of carnies


where he bucks up


and braves his way through


while i melt


all the more


in a cave of loneliness..


while the queens laugh


and the candles melt quickly


and i


am nothing.


at all.

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