Saturday, November 16

Opium indifference


with a slit of light
the cloud puff became clear
the inching of your breath
and the lisps in your swears

the sky had descended
replacing the blue with black
the scraped skin in your fingers
and the midnight in your backpack

cuddled in the ruins of your coiled hair
were the restrains of the night
that we had previously laid bare

the dark spots on the walls
had witnessed with sleepy blur
the opium on your tongue
and the quiet soothing of pain

the vibrations had softened to slow
as indifference began to grow
in the shell of slumberous lair
I finally felt the spring in my chair

a few feet higher than ground
my feet nowhere to be found
like feathers suspended in mid-air
a new breed had mushroomed within

taller than my wares
I was indifferent to prying glares...
I was free at last,
but the price was too much to pay

living in the night
thinking of it to be day..




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