anomie [dread born from lawlessness or chaos]
i press my palms against my face,
inside the cavern of a mouth that is not mine
words hurt but mine hurt more,
petals feel like they’re rotting sweetly around me,
yet i only taste the heaviness of silence
the world has no order, no law to caress me
i am swallowed by the uneasy feeling
of not becoming who i am
