Art/Figure/Philosophy Being afraid doesn’t hurt Posted on February 16, 2021 by documentdement I refuse certain truthsnot that I lie, I keep some words even from myselfso I can go on In a surge I thought I witnessedyou come bubbling up again to thecooling surfacebut it was only the hydrogenated oilsthat solidify and turn their hopes of peptidesinto cooked up beings helplessly you flee from me to the streets, to the sewer gratesspreading your arms pretending they can be wings There are some nightscarefree revelry turns into a sickening carelessness Could I get so bored I cared again. slipping upward to the verge of a crimson-toned gash:a mouth open, willing, with hygienic breath,it is important to conserve a few pieces and parts, mostly the teeth free again in innocencespreading and spreading and nothing now without methe hurt that is no where in particular If you never speak to me againI will never speak again Share this:FacebookX Absolute, Hurt, Revelry documentdement View all posts by documentdement →