power and nothing beautiful by MineralAccident, literature
Literature
power and nothing beautiful
we are exhausted
from the black box guilt
under the waves, the drinker’s need
that carries us home to make believe once,
briefly, we had a lot to say.
what I remember each morning
isn’t harmless. what we outlived at home
strikes, retreats every comfort, every dreaming
secret insisting on its own innocence.
I begged to be a third person candle
inside a groaning pumpkin husk -
this rehearsal making me glow.
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