Sometimes it happens that I feel something through my skin,
pins and needles run down my neck and clip my muscles
air becomes humid and heavy, colors fade a few tones
I become nervous and vigilant
Something somewhere mooches and circles around me,
tighter and tighter
And it appears suddenly- just like that.
Boldly in its commonness and disarming triviality
Like a body deprived of its innards
Feelings pierced, spooned out of character’s jurisdiction
and adjectives of soul
I don’t feel a damn thing,
and I am not especially surprised
Well, maybe at most with the fact that
I am able to look the truth in its eyes
You are a goner to me
Without a single chance of resurrecting
any time soon.
[too harsh? I highly doubt that]
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