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comes and goes

a soft song in your ears

inside, inside


it comes with the wind

comes and goes, 

comes and goes


puking your guts out

scratching your ears off

screaming for the river Acheron


i don't want to sleep anymore


Standing on the abyss of the 3 axes, 

i approach you from afar


split your spinal cord from behind

stick my hand inside, break apart your encaged ribs


because i heard you sobbing from your window last night

and that's when i decided to take away your one lie


tremors of the dark

terrors at night 


catch the thread of light


sike


i lied


with which part?


my friend,

i'll leave that for you to decide



©2024 by Azra Keskin. 

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