eyes
they are not golden
when they meet me in my sleep
and when i reach for you
the bed is not empty for once
because
they have found you too
all over your skin
like an odd disease
they blink
spin and look around in circles
as if they have not taken you somewhere far
as if this is where they are supposed to be
why is there so much blood?
why is it always raining
on days like these?
please, do not follow me anymore,
i thought i had begged them enough
but they always want more
more
more
more
more
more
i bury you in the ocean
at a time where only ghosts listen
you said you always loved the sea
i hope it will love you back
as it births you again
i walk back, return into my cocoon
and realize then
i should not have been born
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