Cycles: Sunday

Regret

Pulling the covers up

Covering the disappointment, apathy

The disgust we’ve laid with.

Claiming possession of victory

As if we’re the only one

Sloughing off flesh

Like metamorphosis, exhausted

As we extol our faux progress

As I try to quiet my head and sleep

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