Let the sling and arrows of outrageous fortune continue
I will not sleep;
I will not be subjected to another dream.
I will break Yorick back
Remove the child’s heart,
Let the skull fall,
Let it find its place in the dusty ground.
I watch my breath ice over where we once sat,
The bed has lost its warmth.
No more slow dancing in the kitchen,
The players have all gone silent,
Their instruments finally lost their tune.
Don’t let the amber take you,
Don’t be another bug caught in its golden clutches.
Escape the paper bag prison,
Climb its walls until you find the crack,
Leave what’s left with Tootles marbles,
It’s the square that’s off,
The round peg learns to fit.
With too many edges
You cut those around you,
A scissor hands
Straight from the fractured screen.
Dull the knives
Blunt the tongue,
Leave tiny Tim to walk alone.
Whatever doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.
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