torsdag 7. november 2024

☆ In line ☆

Oh, to fit like a book in the shelf
That never wants to be opened
Like clothes folded at the bottomn of the closet
Like ducks at the pond, swimming in line
I wanted to be in line, folded, rectangular
Like a white house with white bars and white windows sills
I felt i was something strange and unpleasant
An animal in the zoo noone wanted to look at
A bacteria, a piece of mold, a stain
Something to get rid of
Something to discard
So i just wanted to be easy
Like most and to feel seen when i am only being watched
To be washed down to molecular parts only to be formed
to fit into the mold 
and to be cut 
by the cutter

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becoming☆☆☆

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