In the moonless cage of gravity
the rusted wings of the canary
circle platitude’s corpse singing,
“Solitude doesn’t require a handmaid.”
Alone and lonely aren’t identical twins
nurtured at the breast of your perceptions.
Apparitions of every dishonest emotion
root on your tongue growing poison
from the rotted useless you feed them.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Inspired by a Skylover wordlist