Shatter Ball
Where has the color gone from your eyes honey?
Half shut shards of lifelessness
Pin prick dots of ink blots,
your poetry doesn't get told when you're gone like this
A pattern pulse, weak and frail
like the foetus you resemble now
curled up, like the twisted crumpled paper you once wrote words upon
forgotten
discarded on the floor
next to your dreams
Two pin points look out on a world, numb
As your legs twitch and your facial muscles jerk
I know you crave to stay like this
But come withdrawals, come the pain
Come play
Shatter ball
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