Creations and Conclusions

I just want to be honest,
broken, freed from myself confined
inside this silly little box
I've been calling home
for way too long, shorting
out this flashing reality.

Breathe in breaking out.
inhaling this thin, erosive air has
gained you nowhere.
It'll cry amity when you get there,
It'll cry amnesty when you get there,
over the crimson pains of these
severing pleasures,those unsatiating pleasures
you binged over.

Insincere integrity,

we've earned ourself a new name?

by no means...

it's been like this,
we've been like the tax collector,
satchel and stomach, saturated
from our gluttonous, corrupt aspirations

his, her
it's all of us
our fault
we're faults
for faulting
for so long
knowing
omitting
and never
ever
moving

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