asphyxiated cinder

embers scramble to find oasis in the vacuum
disassembling the chassis with this screaming we call dialogue
i’ve been banned from the chatroom
forced to speak to my own dead campfire in a familiar deadpan monologue

the death of a fleeting spark caught on analog
maybe we went out of season like holiday egg nog
the shimmer of light is now dim
put away with Christmas lights in the storage bin

maybe one day the vacuum will be unplugged
breathable air will come into the equation
but misery has divided me into bed so snug plus none
this ship has set sail and cancelled out relation


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