Alice

Heavy

I sit in a measuring cup

Fallen from trying to fill the brim

Onto the bowl, I tumble

Weighing null.

Parts of me disintegrate

Whisk around to see-

No meaning; fluffed up with air

Floating in decay and

Dishonesty.

Lanky

I sit on a lofty chair

Not occupying it quite;

Awkwardly tilting and upside down,

feet touching the sky

Unprecedented

I plummet; losing an absent grip

Downwards I move

And into the wall;

A ghost of hollow fight

Insensate

I play a silent harp

Unfeeling and gaunt;

Every song a gasp of air,

lulling vanquished savant

Heavy

I sit on a clouded rock

Waiting to be called once more;

If tomorrow fails to come,

I will be falling evermore.

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-samjam

heh I missed the second post of the week in the middle there, been a teensybit depressed- kinda hated everything new I wrote. MEH ANYHOO

The imagery in this one feels very alice in wonderlandy so I thought I'd name it Alice.

AlsoO this one's a weirdly personal poem, I hope you like itttt, if you did I'd be delighted to hear (in the comments/website chatbox in the corner/whatsapp) or just simply click the heart thing in the corner. okeyyyy tataaaa toodlesssss!!!! OH AND MERRY CHIWSTMAS BABES <3