this ain't a scene, it's an arms race

my life isn't my life,

it's a series of assumptions

made on limited information.


it's a day on which

everyone i know

goes missing.


and while i can't see

how it's possible

that a number of infinite things


can become me,

i can neither be

who i was this morning.

and this, hun,

is an arms race,

with the waves receding



off the shore, and 

oh, i'm so tired,

close my eyes and float away.

The End

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