edging

the mood
has settled into
a malaise
as the minutes
tick closer
to leaving

anxiety
an iron maiden
interwoven
into subcutaneous
layered regret
digging deeper
through each
strained breath

sundays are
a toxic tidal
slamming
against the crumbling
shore of joy

i sit smoking
as the cliff face
falls around me
indifferently
squinting
into the setting sun
understanding
even as it all
falls apart
for some unknown
fucking reason

i will still
be here

a semi sentient
implement of
self destruction
edging out
into eternity

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