simulated

overwhelmed by emotion
letting them course through
there’s little to do but fight

fight
— dismissal of impermanence
— urge to ask questions
— desire to be touched
— desire
— desire
— desire

all night replays on my back
waking to line after line
drawn in the sand

feels like waking in a cold cell
and being repeatedly drowned
in rejection

only to cough up love again and again and again

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