november 9, 2015

my chest is full of lightning and
my face is made of stone

haruki murakami spells out
some fucked up fantasy so well
i reread certain pages in an
effort not to let it end

i try so hard not to be the victim
i forget i don’t dictate
other people’s actions

i try so hard not to be the victim
i forget to digest
the more unpleasant dinners

i try so hard not to be the victim
i rely on fictional characters
to bring me justice

i try so hard not to be the victim
my chest is full of lighting and
my face is made of stone

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