snowflakes & chemicals

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One more month
until the moon implodes.

One more month
until it all gives out.

Maybe those demons
will finally draw the curtains
over this space
in between my ribs.

Or maybe there will be a cure,
some angel that was hiding
on a snowflake in a chemist's lab,
just waiting all these years
to be found.

Or just silence
for one day,
that would be nice.

Do you feel that beat?

One, two
One, two
One
One

...

...

Syncopated then
shuttered
like i drew the blinds
one dark night
and I fell asleep so fast
it made me wake up and cry.

It was so easy.
So damn easy.

Sleep.

Nectar.