slimmer.
my gloves caught in the machine.
im getting choked in the gases of,
civilization... of this generation.
oxidization of thoughts,
don't come easily no more,
im being autopsied,
by my doctoral doppleganger.
leaving my lungs,
on the end of a cliffhanger,
books.
they now drift away from my eyes,
lipped mouths fall into sight,
whispering their lies.
the word dopple ganger, really stands out
ReplyDeletein this almost gothical medical genre like poem
you have an ear for word choice and rhyming.
good job
Soooo many typos. Proof read pls.
ReplyDeleteTHANK YOU JUSTIN.
ReplyDeletealso melanie, your mean.
This is wicked.
ReplyDeleteI love it.
thanks!
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