early night

<3

abandoned body parts at the late night bus stop and perhaps I behave child-like and irrational. am I imagining it. you turn off my voice, cancel out the growing scream in my lungs. the approaching loneliness has been there all along and only hiding. a rope around sinking shoulders, heavily, I turn and melt into the background, disappearing slowly among the velvet furnishings.

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