the ceiling is heavy and i am tired

another feat
of self medication
in an effort
to drown out
the voices
reminders of
every failure
every fallen tear
down cheeks
i only ever
intended to kiss
the light fragments
off each
slowly sliding droplet
the unintentional
hurt torn
through the pumice
of passions

another feat
of pained dedication
to the smiles
crescent moons
scarred over
the fool’s fragmented
in the shadows
that travel
across the ceiling
as he lays
sparking tinder
in the emaciated
of existence

the sky opens and the air is suddenly filled with falling chrysanthemum petals, a cascade of lavender with a swirl of the softest pink

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