Is there a stand?

My strings, my strings of awareness, they take the stage

In a fire bomb (they couldn’t sense this coming)

Blind to my midnight shaking, bluenight silence with every tick

(Useless like a mydnight sundial like a cut-out frown)

Empty kisses that are thorny roses,

color spectrum red heart beating veins and spinal cords around my throat

levitating my own stoicism but not caringto leaveit inside

(can feel it prickle my skin as it rots in the sun

it’s like giving up on smoking when everyone’s deserted you)

feel my way through the smokey chamber, strobe lamps piercing my retinas with their angst and confusion

f

l

i

g

h

t

s

of now

c.o.n.f.u.s.i.o.n.

of now

like a split seam in my throat

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I was experimenting with multiple styles on this one, so if this looks vaguely like something you wrote (and when I say style, I mean the way I typed it up, not the words I used), then that’s probably why. Please don’t shoot me because of it.