2.16 am

Sometimes
You wished, you wished;
ugly hollow contrived being

In a crowd –
faces overlook
with disdain

Monotony speaks:
fade, fade, fade away
spill, spill into the cracks.

If only, if only –
but nonetheless
it continues.

In silent dreams,
the knives are sharp
but not sharp enough.

Ripped muscle
torn out of shattered rib bones
broken.

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