five from reeling by almost always

washed up, floating back up, with your
face in the water and wave-blankets covering that
thin frame, get in the cage with the
same restless starver while you avoid your mother
like you're okay, and you don't know
a thing or two about bending the rules
or that it's up to you to change.

was it always like puking our insides out.
someone else's hands holding the hair
out of our mouths?
fragile spines unbending and dreams profound
never stood up to meeting
what you never said out loud.

we were swimming too closely to
the whirlpool of insanity, and
it'd hit 4 o'clock in the morning
when i left you to fall asleep
knowing you'd be dragged back by
your bad dreams while the world turned
and you gagged and heaved.
you know i'd stay if i could,
forgive me friend, but

was it always like puking our insides out.
someone else's hands holding the hair
out of our mouths?
fragile spines unbending and dreams profound
never stood up to meeting
what you never said out loud.

it's not the bones we'd break
and it's not the games we'd play.

it's buried neck-deep and underweight
in the shadows of yesterday.

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• indie alternative
• indie electronic
• indie rock
• meditative
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• Los Angeles