dirt from void by lovedoll

oh, the moon, it grins back at me
how it's thin lips twist
it don't discern from it's fixed station
i hastily mask a wince
it's the same twist that a knife makes
digging thru insides
nonetheless, the shine from it's teeth
nearly leaves me blind

oh, at times, it seems so fruitless
spraying pesticides
on the raw dirt i've yet to till
they permeate my mind
at night, it seems things just flourish
unsure that can be
i double lock the bolts on my door
somehow they gain entry

everything is not enough, no
everything makes you flee
your sick, unmoving exterior
manifests disharmony
when my bones chatter and clench
then, and only then,
am i invited back into that safe hole
to start clawing out again

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