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[coveredinstars]

skeletal thrust
i was hoping for something,
i guess,
here in this corner;
talking myself down again
pressing
and holding
and hushing some wave.
some rush of what i already know,
some rush of what i want,
and why i want it,
and what i would do
to have it.
pastel colors smeared across a sky
that is more and more like a blanket
everytime i open these eyes,
peeling this baby-soft.
some muddled view of vulnerable
and danger;
the word scarce.
sometimes what i thrive upon
and what i fear
blend together like paint
roll around in these colors
show myself something..
show myself.