A #poem for this mornings commute
I’m dying in ways they don’t write about. The long drags of stale cigarette, between the poison and lie. All they tell us we should do, that they don’t. Lies make money. And so does illness. And so do graves.
It isn’t cheap. You need to earn your permission. To exist. To be. Whatever they let you. No one lets you. They tell you they do. And some listen. Others spit in their face, and dig their teech into flesh. Ripping the throat of any who dare call this life theirs. And I respect that. The death of us all.
Something pretty, that used to be. Like everything else. Gone. Wasted. Taken for granted. A pleasant memory we use to carry us through these times. And so we fall and those memories remain good. How it used to be. No matter how bad it was. A scar that now looks good. Nevermind the pain it took to get there. Nevermind the damage that doesn’t heal. Nevermind. Nevermind.
Nevermind.
#poetry
matthew / Matthew
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2025-05-31 14:58:26
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