you can't touch me, and that's the problem.
you need to so bad, but
ha! i'm just out of reach, no matter what.
and it hurts, doesn't it?
fills your mouth with ash and dust, choking, smothering your
gasp.
clear your throat and breathe in, smelling my bitterness
rusted coins tainted with salt from those yearning tears.
so shut up and listen.
whadda ya mean to what?
my white noise,
static blur,
fizzing
popping in those deaf little ears of your that
wish so much to hear,
you long to be somewhere else, and yet everywhere
all you can see,
my spiteful oblivion of
nothing.
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