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Phantom Pain
at night, when the blue moon calls out to all wild things,
its azure a calming wave in the bottomless screaming night
I walk in time and with each furthering step,
sweeping strides
which pay more mind to any journey than its subsequent destination,
I wonder what translucent fish hook has ensnared me, finding myself dragged from bed each evening,
restless body and brain,
suffering from some kind of phantom pain
which wines and aches
each second i stay in one place
so I swim through these dull grey streets
crossing sides when i see
something move in my periphery
avoiding eyes because to me they bleed
through my thin skin and creep
on the contents of my lungs
filled to the brim with this past
i continuously try to Ash
for the last time
Copyright ©
Amber Miller
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