we speak in whispers cautious of the hearing
thin as paper that cuts through the silence
amidst the droning monotone of F.I.R, your digital substitute for the lonesome night
separated by 3 inches of insulation you still haunt me
one more sharpnel for the journey
inundated the flicker of your screen consumes you
overturned bellies filled with fear and loathing
He's waiting religiously a loyal companion
to end your day, watch you unfold
fix the wreckage fought in earlier hours
your rock of gilbraltar for the taking
repressed he walks, alive around empty seats and ruffled papers
hearing imaginary phone calls
a thriving effervescent in sadistic proportions
i imagine you suffocating beneath the weight of your imposed stoicism
just leave the other line unconnected its past the hour mark for importance
she flits with a lightness in each step
sashaying emblems of gleeful frivolity
the branding of a broken hearted idealist
fasten your plastic smiles an underlying contempt you fail to grasp
im erased with every key
inconspicuous eccentricities overlooked in light of day
magnified in a moment of clarity
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