The oxygen place
You pull me back down
when I chase after stars:
moon tiaras,
then struggle to breathe -
the oxygen place.
when I chase after stars:
moon tiaras,
then struggle to breathe -
the oxygen place.
Sometimes my brain blurs
ghosts and phantoms on the road -
I'm afraid to walk
until you trace each tall, grey
lamppost.
I tangle myself into talented nightmares
a lot, sparkling knots.
you speak like a comb -
I collect the glitter.
LJ Ireton 2024
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