when I feel like this, I only know how to write cryptic words, and vice versa

rain in the gutter 
murky milky green 


the colour of nature 
the colour of bile 


bring life -
wash it away


swirl down the drains:
kill on sight


drown me,
or heal pain?


sun after the storm
- not worth looking for

not anymore,
not today

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you silence me
render me glass-eyed
tether me, immobile

a lost cause, even
nature is at wit's end,


you take away everything.

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