we sit
salt stained and bone dry
we protest
and pass through the days of broken sleep
with the beating of our hearts
with the clicking of our bones
to the nights that never seem to end
and the dawns that rise to the same routine
l stay
frozen in the headlights of my discontent
still quiet
l breathe in
desperation reigns
l bleed out
like the ouroboros we try
life
love
regret
forget.
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