poetry:emotions
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exhausted, all this socializing is dizzyinggrout packed in the spaces of each word spokenlike the alleyways between tall, looming buildingsit is thick with stale smoke and dumpster smellcraving, irritatingimagine falling into the concrete, submergedthe shadow packed alleywaysfingers above the gray, beaming at the skygrasping at the sunlight searching for me
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You go on a walk … The world a grave on your shoulders The pressure against your feet The concrete beneath you You finally understand the gravity. Thinking … She told you a story of the man swimming in the Puget Sound, intending to stay They found his body a few days later You think…
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when i’m left to my own devices i stare up at the ceiling blanket to my chin and watch my peripheral … i’m kept entertained with the flashes of brightness from your computer … before that i simulated the womb inside the blanket and tried to remember what is familiar … at some point i…
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tingling skull threatening to shed me clattering nonsense, encasing trance the worst massage on my shoulders whispering scratches in my ears encanting dooms!
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all the good has been marred by stubborn stagnancy the cowardice of needing to stay in familiarity i’m scarred, bruised black and blue my heart held your hollowness for too long … i did not know how to love with you the sweetness, the bliss, the comfort i could only grasp hints of it in…
Pajolo Cam 