i spend so much time alone feeling like an outsider in the skin prison that has kept me chained to the soil implanted with every fear doubts sprout with drooping petals that shed as brightly colored tears to the barren earth that pulls gravitational pulses growing stronger as another rotation leads closer to the inevitability that is inevitable no matter how we scratch kick and bite and pray to the emptiness within the same as the emptiness without it is lonely seeing into the void as it looks away demurely flirting with disaster the most poignant depths of another spiralling arm of another system of slowly winking out stars

nights when the tired is strong but the pain is stronger lead to a dissonance in the structure