The sea isn't a blanket.
Sure, blankets may have waves,
and blankets ripple when you jump on them,
but a blanket does not host Atlantis.
A blanket isn't full of saline.
A blanket does not hold billions of creatures underneath it.
Instead, a blanket only holds a couple, snoring, unconscious,
unaware of the each other,
unaware of their petty troubles,
unaware of their drunkenness,
unaware of their bruises,
unaware of life, death, and the sea.

We gathered round the baker's corpse
when he fell off of his flat.
Waterworks came shortly after.
Blood was pouring from his broken body,
nauseating the entire crowd.
We heard a crack coming from the asphalt prior,
which we thought to be him breaking all at once.
Some say that someone pushed him,
some say it was his job.

I will praise the flickering you give off before
you start to die down, and finally
the one burst of light like an explosion
that startles the room.
Then, light no more.
They toss you before you can retire,
but maybe the dumpster is your home.
Night comes to place a gentle hand on you,
with light no more.
The other ones are buzzing, busy,
giving off a harsh glow.
Night comes to turn them off,
and then, light no more.
But they are not defective, as long
as when the night melts into day,
they still glow.
But you,
you will always be under night's force,
light no more.

her cigarette smelled like
a black rose on a
2:39 am nightmare
full of feelings and darkness into the abyss...
dramatic ellipses...
uh...
evil! dark! mean! bullying is bad! i guess.

@cyber
    @punk
headset not
clear enough. can't receive circuitry
rewiring veins back to my
internal mainframe in which two
magnets start to spew out
dystopian propaganda. neon motorcycles
that can turn at any corner
dash through the streets.
concept? oh no
    @end
@function

Just in case of
stormy weather I
have storm windows which
are also optimal for
keeping me warm at
night