Retreat to oblivion

Distance spreads us thin
Quiet becomes the perforations
Dripping blood like slow plops
A silent rain

Heartfelt goodnights
Heart emojis
And the too loud rush of blood

No rest for depression
No arms to hold
No eyes to see me

Just this distance
And the soft sound
Of my own breathing

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