The exposure through
the distorted
lens I spilled
over dark, chilled
water surfaces like
a bloated body.
The fog of
my youth clouds
my weary perception,
permeating every part
of the person
I claim to be,
dancing on the
grave of my last nerve.
I’m shaking over
frail faint breaths
insults stick like
glue, but my
bones won’t crack
with the facade
in her eyes,
gazing through the
better part of
a long year.
Through my biggest
fears; I see us
in a home
one day we’ll
pay in full.

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