4am scribbles are where I leave you hidden

because our demons needed distance

the beautiful disaster

the ebb and flow

the tide that takes us both


The face that reverberates in the dark

the maleficent muse, that never amends

try to write you out of my blood

follow you in again

a rabbit hole of playing pretend


But I’m bound to you, bound to this

bound to the gluttony of punishment

yet here we are now

the minimums of nice

a Freudian slip, left with only remnants

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