happy father’s day
i say to a death certificate i can’t stand to look at
the paper is flimsy and dull
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i dress the darkness
in doll’s clothing
with a crown of dusty, pink death.
Mind is numb, it's hard to focus. Attention to task can't be kept.
Chest is heavy, massive weight has been placed.
With every breath a strain to inhale. Body is exhausted, sleep is a companion:
Its friendship allows for an escape.