Gul Dukat’s Dive into Madness
Me
Under blazing sun
I wax my wings, desperate,
Like a cheaper, expired Icarus
Flying, cruising over nothing
But the failure of
Someone forever seated.
Mum
Her eternal words
Ring in the deafening silence of night
They caress the leaves outside, perverse,
And their rustle colonises my lungs,
Quivering every one of these air sacs
Like a needle upon their membranes,
Swelling with mucus and
Air unwanted, redundant,
To be expelled forever
Into the room filled beyond compare
With her external words
That drive deeper and deeper
Through her child.
(via arigoto)
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