i can’t see myself

no one is there

even the bay sings dead waters to me

this is not young melancholy

this is not old regret

this is minus

one life

one person, minus

existing, why

just to be called alive?

daily orbit so strong breaking

black moon siphons breath

leaves me in

disconnected and disturbed

bury me, let me disburse

disappear in this darkness

cloaked in black

hiding my blind eyes from electric white of day

collapse into dark woodness

equal nothing

shiver and wait

for some light of the new moon

to arise and bring back

lost sight

Stuck by Ginger Slonaker. See more of her work at http://www.gingerslonaker.com/

Stuck by Ginger Slonaker. See more of her work at http://www.gingerslonaker.com/

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