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breaking days

A poem by Trixi Rosa 

this night
i lay
h e a v y
atop your anxiety
like i can keep
day-break away
with the weight
of my body

but
it’s
been
bro/
/ken
t
o
o
and i love sunlight
on my skin
so sometimes
i must b u r s t bubbles
to escape your night-time
still
we break day again
and again
and again
watching the days
all
fall
bro/
/ken
around us
and
trying to
f u c k
r e a l i t y
is always heaps
easier in the dark
so as the last day
breaks us
ap//art
and i lean
out the window
to b r e a t h e
i pretend not to hear
as you warn me
to be careful of
f
a
l
l
i
n
g

 

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