Tuesday, October 13, 2020

a movement of haste

woke up to fog...

fog in the trees

fog hiding the ground

fog all around me

fog in my head

fog in my eyes

fog blanketing my cries...

whats out there, who is out there 

fog...

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My memories are foggy

they only remember a haze

a quick motion, through the brain

a movement of haste

a desperate attempt to hide

the monsters that dream

memories are liars

manipulated by the fog

not clear enough to see

but clear enough to bleed. 

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