A Spare Part
Caged, fractured, and funneled,
distortions amplify
| I feel like a spare part A character filling others’ empty spaces with vitality, bleaching my mind. Words ventriloquized from beyond grip chains revoking freedom A scripted life void of choices An impersonator Synthesized numbness Squalor, delirium’s gate Dreams quashed, drained Words on pages tangle into my life events Archness my soles bruised |
Useless, vacant,
I hide encrusted
in antiquities grime.
Sanity and dignity vanish
revealing I have nothing
left to protect
Metamorphosis
thaws the cold of
centuries of textured silence.
Vuja de
| The final thread unravels. I’m bathed in a violent freedom |
I do not struggle to survive
in an orchestrated space of time.
I refuse to relinquish a prayer for death.
Spare Parts Photo by Kotagauni Srinivas on Unsplash , Puppet on a string Photo by Sivani B on Unsplash, vacant grime Photo by Nathan Wright on Unsplash, unravel Photo by Richard Horvath on Unsplash
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