Directnons

Sliding through my fingertips

rawred pain

holding on. holding on.

Till you can hold on no longer

then the rawred pain

hold on

It's gone. You've gone,

light flitters by

stormy insides

curling, unfurling

sickening

not physical

sickening, upheavals

'I mean, for you, whats home.'

And they say,

And when they say,

its rhetorical.

fucking rhetorical.

and its the same as falling

stormy insides

curling

unfurling,

dewdrops pouring

-HNR