fading.

March 8, 2010
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fading.

here I sit,
watching
waiting
wanting.

the rain causes rust
not with the world,
with me—
brittle bones
cracked skin

here I sit,
watching
waiting
aging.

my pupils grow cold;
my gaze grows weak.

here I sit,
trying to escape
beyond this fragile body.
the world—
forgetting my existence.
the world—
pretending it’s okay.

yet here I sit,
counting the days,
watching
waiting
wanting the end.





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