in a relationship ship with

Typing, deleting...that's the new messaging. Trying not to pry or elude to anything ever... Like the opposite of small talk but at the negative end of conversation. It's like an unpoetic unimportant, rhetorical metaphor, for I am frustrated today and nobody can or would do anything about it, even if it was up to me, as me. This is my new status...only sending because it's not like we have online interactions, pretend i don't look at your status. Mentally unwell but enough to know of wellness. Fighting the urge to delete this, install all my apps, change my passwords, pray that no one reads this. Hashtag today's accomplishment, all before coffee, xo , but before adequate sleep well deep in The matrix or Babylon or post-apocalyptic Shadow Dawn Doom scroll may as well be on parole but the Earth leads me with petrol. This is for you but not the me in everyone but also for everyone

lift it

In between I see one image layed of the other identity

Personification and duality inside of this cage of me

Masks loften words spent on time saving rather than regrets. 

would I know

What if it's not inflicted

At best Intrinsic rising

Raised, like the bread

That's been fed

By sugar and salt

Braised and branded

Like the flesh of beast

Blood letting, released.

Where do we hunger

In form or in ache

Is it apparent, can you relate

What if the smell is faint

Is decay hidden by perfume

Less rank

Do the men without boots have honour

Or is it the ones In tanks, 

which ones on the stretchers

In uniform, or with which rank

Shadows the unborn, fatherless

To come, to break

Where do we know our nature,

In wells, of tears of 

Lost steam and focus

Unfinished

is it cancelled?

Hello,

Hell no

Where are you?

Not one to kiss and tell

Or hate on mother nature

He Have me in a place where

We can be slaves together

Or cut the chains and race forever

Patch the wounds, grass cut like razor

Fill the void, this has no flavor

Salt the beaches, cross the river

Alligators nesting, turtles swimming

I wonder if Saturn or Jupiter are waiting

Songs in space rocks clashing

Ash and oil lay in waking

All that is amoungst us

Covering, changing

Pulling, letting

Burning

Buried

BuhBye