when it is over
it is not over the ocean
over some hill
over the brick wall of another sleeping pill
it is closer
It takes over me
and I can’t ignore it
as if it wasn’t meant to coexist
look
woman
it is written in blood vessels
all over my stone-faced patience
of course, there is no forgiveness
just waiting around
thus I have been silent
rushing it wakes memories
nevertheless
I must leave you to another
fucking
boy scout