here’s an old poem I’m too tired

Tea Stains

 

These days rain keeps falling

banging breaking skin

unfinished memories stick

replay another digit

 

Often I forget other pieces

these regrets sprawled

jogging cider vinegar

I remember taste

 

Blanket filth accompanies

cradling lukewarm tea

sugar numb pain

drinking mine black

 

The days trickle blank noise

pretence streaks made

disposable people

approach the mirror

 

I stare becoming south

discussions create disgust

introducing cognitive flaws

reality swept windwards

 

Other people ring harsh bells

I chime only deaf noise

tea selection remains static

black no sugar strong

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