Jerome by Anastasia Forfotă - HTML preview

Aloneness, Not

In times of aloneness, I am not truly alone.

For I have long lived your life that life's old livings

are no more than a ficlet, or a dream.

I have long not lived, and I am tired of dying.

In my aloneness I prefer to stand alone,

and to breathe from my own breath,

to burn by my restless bets

of recklessness inquires,

than to have my skin shed from me

for a thing I didn't do.

Oh, my shadow, leave me then

alone

as I am tired, so tired,

of dying with you.