Poetry (words)

One size fits all.

Fill the room with the blue flicker and the flame. Fill the room with anything that stops the pain. All the pictures on your wall don’t mean anything at all and happiness was just a foolish claim. 

All the things you said with certainty are no longer the things I see. The thrill of the chase yes you won the race, but there’s still a void where the warmth used to be. 

Is it cold there? 

Flick through the catalogue of things, see how they sparkle just like rings. One size fits all when you nail them to the wall, but at least the sun will never melt your wings. 


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