Mar 06, 2020 07:31
Unmade
The bored,
The actors without scripts,
All race to pills and ropes,
Blessing bullets and the polished blades.
The struggling
Are sweating with the struggle,
Lacking time to question all of it,
To laze,
To dissipate away
And crave the empty,
The unmade.
Angelica was never known
To want
For bread.
She soon forgot
To want at all.
I loved her
Till her final day,
Wanting.
- 3/5/20