Greyness

I will be standing
under the night light.
Draped in my greyness,
empty of joy. Weak
to jabs of existence.
My breath is steady.
Tears are absent . . . Today.
This hole… this mighty chasm
breaths hot.

My inside hurts.
My outside hurts.
Nothing is worth it.
Nothing is worth nothing.

(Mumbles of the broken)

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