twilight.

(twilight drifting through clouds and a near full moon, two of a series from different directions, causing me to think...like this:



a pause

at the end of the day

to reflect

my personal

tragedy,

surfacing,

the meak enabling

of

my weaker side,

grasping

wrestling

vomiting,

the same things

that i keep

from dealing,

in whispers

all around me,

as if i were open

to suggestion,

everyone keeps speaking

it all fails

and falls

deafly

upon me,

i ?

who i am?

nothing can change that.

i am a bottle.

secure me,

shelf me,

free my contents.



~the artist, known as chris

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