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Empty carcass
A heavy fragility of subliminal energy
Knowing my manneristic hands
Moving at such a low frequency
The opposite of numb
Uncomfortable to the bone
Tears carrying low depths of isolation
Grasping the torment of what I’ve done
Words don’t cut it
I don’t listen to music
Shut off from the world
Drenched in rain
Slow without a tortoise shell
Grief but there’s something else
My identity is fractured
Aware of you getting up for work
For school
Yet I’m hiding, buried in submission
Swords scattered on the ground
Drowning in oil
Iron bones underneath my sensitive skin
The pace of a snail
In a dark, damp cave
Apologies don’t cut it
Mere medicated survival
I only know this phase on meds
Apathy clasped,
Encompassed
A log drifting on the water
An ape caged by thick bars
The eyes just keep closing
The body bent over
Not deprived
Nor starved
Although aware of them
Actually, pretty selfish in nature
Because I don’t even like the words
Hate the weight
Horrible state
When most wouldn’t express it
Coal in a blackout
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