dead hummingbird of love
the bird fled through the barred window. for a month, its song gradually grew acuter until it became nothing short of unbearable.
now you're a white noise. vague buzz. dim light being ramdomly flashed in my eyes at times.
now you're a droning. that's what you are. once miss grand fiasco. muted choir of unyielding ghost writers at the back of my mind.
your song is now made of undecipherable intermitent noises. now a tamed parasite. once a silent symphony fine-tuned by memory's wretched hand to a vaguely theatrical eye-of-the-storm-ear-drum-breaking-point-hold-your-head-in-panic effect.
now you're a white noise. vague buzz. dim light being ramdomly flashed in my eyes at times.
now you're a droning. that's what you are. once miss grand fiasco. muted choir of unyielding ghost writers at the back of my mind.
your song is now made of undecipherable intermitent noises. now a tamed parasite. once a silent symphony fine-tuned by memory's wretched hand to a vaguely theatrical eye-of-the-storm-ear-drum-breaking-point-hold-your-head-in-panic effect.
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