whipped

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,

 

taken

 

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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