Cursive - The Recluse
“Awake, alone,
In a woman’s room I hardly know.
Awake, alone,
I pretend that I am finally home.“Her room is littered
with her books and notebooks.
I imagine what they say like
‘shew fly don’t bother me.’
and I can hardly get myself out of her bed,
for fear of never lying in this bed again.
Oh Christ, I’m not… that… desperate.
oh no,
oh God,
I am.“How’d I end up here to begin with?
I don’t know.
Why do I start what I can’t finish?
Oh please don’t barrage me
with the questions
to all those ugly answers.
My ego’s like my stomach,
it keeps shitting what I feed it.“But maybe I don’t want to finish anything,
anymore.
Maybe I can wait in bed ‘till she comes home
and whispers:
‘You’re in my web now,
and I’ve come,
to wrap you up tight,
‘till it’s time to bite down.’“Awake, alone,
In a woman’s room I hardly know.
Awake, alone,
I pretend that I am finally home.”
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