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[thedarksiren2]

There's a secret in the air
It's creeping up on me
I walk the dog
and the trees wave urgently for me to be aware
the dust hits my eyes
construction season
wabbit season
I have lost my reason to understand
to justify

the worst names in the world start with P, D, and K.
The hate is sickening, wretched
even light-years and darker years later.

She thinks it's time
I say it's inconvenient
and throw musical spears towards the parts of her brain
that might make her falter
or maybe even stumble.

But what if she's gone deaf too?

Mirrors reflect this
unhappy?
just change.

buck and a quarter?
Two and a quarter?
Never ever three
unless it's three times.

and this time
there is no charm leftover from Thanks
or from giving.