to the bone
The smell that lingers
and nestles on my neck
seems age old or is
it just familiarity explored
after years of silence
Am I to enjoy the silence
or immerse myself in an
uneasiness that lies deep
within
Strip yourself to the bone
unearth those secrets
ease me to comfort zones
places where I once ate
in luxury and silence
roadside
Sitting as lonely as the - daffodil
which stands alone on the
roadside unnoticed, aware
only of the shit which passes by.
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