Grey October Day

it’s raw

and brutal

i’ll wear a white shirt, after all

they’ll give me a smoke

and a blur

after which,

the world is grey, cement-like grey, realistic grey

it’s still

eating on my sensitive

chipping away delusional sweetness

just raw

like metal teeth

and sharp

and breaths 

so unappreciative

like rocks

the patches of emotion dangling on my skin

so real 

they invade my dreams, wreak havoc and collapse heaven

trample garden and dessicate leaves


only if the smoke,

it doesn’t clear out


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