Living in the centre

loud ambulance noises

mixed with a female squeak

achieving as many orgasms

as there are hours in the evening

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cars wailing alarms

run fast

to the moon and back

to the ground

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where peace cannot be obtained

behind a thin veil casting its tall shade

on my little world

so, what am I supposed to do?

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escape where there is less water trying to break in dangerously

into my sensitive, safe, self-productive world?

where neither of them can enter to destroy

the tiniest piece of it?

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where I can hear and see

what can others do with their so-called life?

scandalous, stupid, not valued as much

as my humble abode

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where I can sit in silence, solely submerged

in my own piece of success

what that means for them, I don’t know

why should I bother with someone else’s whims without a worth?

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when I think about my well-presented well-being

in my well-worn wide-spread arms

vehemently waiting to find

a warmth in my well-thought-out spare time

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January – August 2022

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originally published at https://medium.com

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