no love and no sex,
insects
crawling up the wall.
at times of fall,
you forget to text
me at all.
and you're squished now outta your cocoon.
a racoon
in the trash can.
you ought to say you couldn't do it,
but now I guess you can.
too sonic, too loud.
too satanic, too dark.
You'd like someone with the spark.
But what is that about?
A manic doubt.
pov
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