I stood near the broken cup.
Tea spilt on a diced floor.
My frivolous legs, they carried burdens of unsolicited questions.
I fell on the ground, I saw a broken open door.
A silence came upon me, chewing my soft brain muscles.
I reached out to rehearse my favourite tales.
Tales that I would say to myself on countless lone nights,
The silence moulded into a black fog, I felt cold bites.
The cold tea froze my feet, all my entirity went into a micro catastrophe.
I felt empty, everything fleeing from my apostrophe.
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I breathed dust, my body sunk deep into despair.
Laid a broken cup,
beyond repair.
Feat. Solas by Jamie Duffy
