
Dejected and rejected—
Isolation was icy despair—
Sent somewhere silently,
Put away post-performance.
Ostensibly of value—vaporized—
Silently sent into stillness
After ashen awareness
Blistered when mixed with water,
Lye makes the burn
Eat away at the flesh.
Today, years later,
Everything—
Everyone is the same…
Nope. I’m not disposable.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu



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