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Exhaustion.

My life is empty and emptier
as the sink runs the blood clogs the drain.
No number of lips can clog the arteries
that need to be blocked to keep the dam in place.

Some skin scratches the dial and my lips kiss the glass
A city that stands in the face of coral and ash
and the stars that burn to turn the sand into the figures we hold dear
while the windows crack and veins are pulled near

Take me to the desert, my pulse blows just as dry
I wonder if the dunes can cry like the echoes of joints
the biome that drowns without water, eyebrows frown at the sky
a ship set sail, a balloon rising higher, and a train with dna running ropes towards a church
holograms of charlatans replicated into parades marching by

This habitat is an empty jar
with a bottom so deep it hits Mars
cursing the space that let it grow so purposefully deep
and wrenching lids from statues asking what made Mercury weep

and toxic and lonely
and no one reflects, no fire heats
the hands that don't drum and the drums that don't beat