Loners Persona.

Life cycles leaves that pitted nausea feeling,
A film that has finished, it’s reeling.
It’s the ending that is up for stealing;
just to feel nothing in between for your DNA to database.
non existent,
non prolific.
I like the way I could fade,
a loners persona.
My foot could miss the pavement if it wants to,
my dose of anarchic anaesthetic feeds the streets with edited turmoil.
Muted displays and swinging hips;
have seasons of dysmorphia.
and the last thing I am is loyal.


© Thelma Von Salem @ https://thelmavonsalem.com
Image – me

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