Tuesday, December 27, 2022

The block of my flats

 Ground Floor


Back to landing 

Heavy weight 

Your body is only getting up with an excavator 

Like sleeping in soil


1st floor


Breathing gets easier

But only enough to forget you dont see the sky

Could be all in your mind

Fake hopes of energy boosts

And the illusional state of making the first step

First steps aren't the precursors of going up the stairs 

Could be forwards backwards forever

Could be never upstairs 


-1 floor


However loud you scream

No one's gonna hear you

You seem just locked 

But even your eyes are closed

You yourself fastened the before and after with nails

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