Alone, we swallow black lights
In the hopes of x-raying our
Words, the anatomy of our
Thoughts, the residue of anything
Left unsaid or of things said
That were never left alone. It’s all
Just one big giant “why?” except
For those who forget. Every
Day is a question, there is no statement
In grammar, aside from the visual
Reminder we apply to punctuation
But nothing is true until we
Learn the deepest depths of
Ourselves and until then I am just
Dissecting the thoughts one by one
Until they are pieces of nothing,
Nothing only.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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