iiwii

iiwii 16h

through the wrinkles in my brain,
it seeps.
blending flashes of the past with the breaks in reality.
these echos are blinding,
as the seconds of then, bleed into the now.
drain me of hope,
leave me with remorse,
and color me with shades of dusk
so I can vanish into the thought of...

© LW

iiwii 1d

lost cents

there are penny's in my nose
they roll down the back of my throat
there's a bell in my ears
and it's ring calls for tithing
my pockets fell empty,
poor,
as my pennies flood the floor

© LW

iiwii Jul 2023

iii...

self portraits glare
these thieves in the night
take our eyeballs
cut off our eyelids
and we dont rest
we wont rest
for we still see these self portraits
as they glare
though without sight

© LW

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