22:50
Half your life gone
half your life lived,
look back and reflect
then look forward and prepare
for the half you’ve yet to give.
22:49
22:49
Shy fade for comfort,
a familiar blanket to
cloak your existence.
A background decoration
people’s gaze can overlook,
until it’s convenient for them
to remember.
22:48
22:48
Twitching nose of disapproval,
narrowed eyes of judgement.
Ruffled fur of irritation
and puffy tail of fury.
Feed me, human, feed me.
22:47
22:47
Picture perfect never were
a fact that all can concur,
turn your head and gaze at her
unable to resist the lure
of death.
22:46
22:46
Eat away the rotten,
feast on decay and pain.
Reveal what lies underneath;
the end,
or perhaps,
surviving flesh to thrive.
22:45
22:45
Yes, I understand,
but understand this:
It still hurts.
22:44
22:44
Posture posed in perfect delusion,
ready to reflect the chosen scene.
Too long is spent arranging limbs
in natural positions, hoping
one will admire the person
who possesses them.
Come caress them.
Make them real.
22:43
22:43
The rock vibrates beside me,
barely noticeable, barely real,
but heightened senses see the signs,
having expected it for far too long
to miss the beginning of a crack.
22:42
22:42
Renewal of past-times
and lifelines,
from moments
simpler but painful
due to uncertainty
of everything and nothing.
The reminders bring
a tired smile to lips
who wonder if it’s from
relief or sorrow.
22:41
22:41
Silver band absent
on a day of a much
larger absence.
Forgotten in the haste
and fog of becoming
presentable to say goodbye.
No one else comments
but the naked finger
screams to me over and over,
creating doubt and fear
of the permanent state
I witness at this
service of endings.
Perhaps another
one is waiting,
one more personal
to me.
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