have you heard them? the machines, singing? even if they are nothing but prefabricated lullabies. there is always a space to occupy. there is a void that is unfair to descirbe as anything but sound.

i wake up like a newborn screaming "you should have covered my eyes, mother! you should have covered my eyes!". but i'm not a seal pup anymore.

i'm tired & heavy. i'm a dead weight in your hands. i will move like liquid between your sheets & stain your skin like mulberry.

tell the damned machines to take a day, take a breath. & touch me. i want to know if you are real.

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