Poem

CONCEPT

I wrote today.

I was in a bad mood.

Bury yourself in the book.

Bury yourself in illusion.

Soak the ink into your brain.

You’re tired, drained,

and the world’s a cracked and blistering headache

gray and grave.

Bury yourself in another world.

Bury yourself. Bury.

~ Connor

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