Gelatin valleys content in nostalgia
It's eating the villagers alive
Those far off dark nights
And mild air on the cheeks
Corrode
The castle I built here
Gears turning left and right
to the beat of an elevator dirge
No tie, but the hypothetical one
Choking
It may be homicide
When the gasoline that fueled
This futile quest
Was exchanged for the cheaper
Harder to get
Better for you
Oxygen
The dolls I set at the table
Pecked out their own eyes
And sit there, waiting
For the signal
To live
Author notes
A metaphoric reflection about what has all changed these past few months. I know it's not great, or good, or even worth reading... but it's there.
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