Moments of discontent

Fragments of tension
Restless anxiety, the
Agitated particles spewed up
From internal fault lines
Soul’s tectonic plates for
Deflecting defences
Years spent in the making
Now shift and tilt
I grip skeletal remains of
Fabricated reality
A curled corpse
Shimmering in diamanté drag
Dazzle me with diamante’s
Divert me from my discontent
Amuse me with sparkles
Drug my desperation
Kiss me
With plastic lips
Distract me from my
Festering restlessness
I sit, waiting for 
A rebel from my past
To be content
In this moment

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