Detached, nihilistic words
Burned fingertips,
fading, faded
coastline paradoxes etched in your hands,
singed away, like burning paper
The fat, the secrets of the heart
(350 grams)
Collapsed, now ashen
The silent neurons you waded through
(1300 grams)
You are love and laughter.
Be still. Please understand.
There’s a tube in your voice.
Later.
later.
You must be silent. No words.
But now you’re gone.
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