Nullified Pauses
Exoskeletal puncture wound only. Remembering, aversion therapy taught me early.
Buck tooth, “goofy for nothing” (this cracked my candour, secretly). Snide remarks, no more shakers at the larks. French dressed. Better.
Smiles higher as politics of relation’s terminals are shorted, thwarted. These attacks hardened me, already.
Only the nicotine to quit, then all addictions become fictional. Weening further from this poison, remission is the hardest intoxication.
Blasphemy won’t fuse this fracture. As upside-down is home alone now. This bridge is rectified, screen printed hearts don’t signify love at higher magnification, not dense enough pigment, at closer inspection.
Romance dies with this. No more pretences, that this empathetic entity, can resist the lure of narcisistas icon feed.
When truths lonely utterances, effervesce into the either. Admit defeat, do not reheat a dish best served cold either.
It’s natural as it is, ignore it’s festering until decayed nullifies even the pauses.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled fantasist. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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