Questions hang over me,
like dark viscous rain
I want to know light.
Parked beneath benches,
of normalcy,
I wait to go insane.
More beyond the boundaries,
I wait to feel,
on the palm of my hand,
The story of your tears.
On a silent,
sad afternoon of sun,
I want to lie down,
till the sky touches down to earth.
In your slowing forming smile,
housed in nicotine burns,
I wait to fall asleep.
When someone calls,
searching for me in the past,
Tell them I vapourised,
into another time,
placed gently within the silence of your womb.
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