A poem mainly about dysphoria.

 

Spliced, hollow bones, ever unknown,

Bottles and vomit, an empty throne.

The hazy gray, the rancid lay,

from shallow graves they reach.

Reach, reach, reach.

 

Pry myself apart,

Spilling, it leaks out the cracks.

dying hounds, bloody teeth, lying mouths,

lips wired shut, skinless face, guilty eyes,

guilty eyes, guilty eyes, guilty eyes.

 

Why does the sun rise, if not for you?

Why does the moon shine, if not for you?

reaching for your ever-distant skylines,

sinking through the sand,

sinking, sinking, sinking

 

Grime under my skin,

unclean, clouded skin,

Dirty bones, dirty tendons, dirty eyes,

Dirty, dirty, dirty.

 

Perpetual.

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