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yellow swan i. being there =yellow swan by ~Rikochet
cover an absence
with more absence
ghosts that smile ghosts that shake hands
this weightless body
in an absurd field cracked open
uncovered gaping
the city and its lights
in a great heavy distance
how to crawl and be there again
remember
a last frenzied look around
being where
ii. going places =
weightless body moving
through walls like a terror
a new kind known only to itself
it doesn't crush it doesn't dominate
noone begs on knees noone suffers its weight
nonetheless it moves from room to room
everywhere the glass is vibrating
cutlery cracking
the static of the TV and the light breeze in the loft
room
.bloodyrant. You wake up one morning.bloodyrant. by ~Mortuelle
and you're no longer 22.
And that's alright.
Because you try to
keep an open mind
and your heart's forgiving
despite the wounds
and your stories are too
cynical but deep in regret.
And what if you swallowed
hundreds of pills and your eyelids
are heavier than your thoughts and
you gave up drinking and you're now
only high on philosophical discussions;
what if you get claustrophobic in
crowded bars and can't put up with
memories no more, cause memories
are like graves.
At least you wear yourself inside out
and spot the real problems and strongly
believe in what once thought frail like
yourself
Neutral 
Sta.sh
