veracity in g minor

the truth is
i can’t complete
this incomplete
shaped with snapshots
and faded scents

the truth is
i’m dying to live
it’s all feigned laughter
and trained defeat
there are too many words
echoes of a plastic destruction
and distance reveals nothing

the truth is
spiral decay
is how we pray
and everyday
is another
harsh breath
under a silver scalpel
that’s just
waiting to fall



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