::02:25:08::

::: thoughts at 5am in a stranger’s bed :::

repetitious, I thought. I sought
a change of mood.
a tonal difference
to balance my exterior.
convince myself or
fix myself after years of
dim and broken verse.

I can’t step away from a simmering
reality. so close I can feel
my false ego melting away;
give way to skull and socket,
blurry and poorly drawn.

I’d break it open if I could.
reset the stone and crooked jaw.
a defeat in the face of my compulsive
conscience. ending beyond
my skin and
its creations.

Written by: ~ mallory