drip drip drip

i give you all
of my pain and misery
spilling ink
in the shape of
thunderclouds across
the electron infused
aether to wither
rotting fruit falling
to the brown grass
piteous remainders
of the fetid core
where a fool
hangs himself off of
metaphorical fallacy
there is no expectation
no demanding succour
just stop motion
photography of a
real life breakdown
in pedantic verse
the sparrows wheeze
caged in the darkness
behind broken ribs
singing sorrows to drip
from hazel vacancy

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