Dismal Circumstances.

 

This bathroom

That I’m hiding in

It smells rank

 

I’ll cry into this towel

Separating me and the smell

Me and the failure

 

Separating truth with the lies

 

I’m rocking myself

To

And

Fro

Side

To

Side

 

I’m singing

Whispering

Lullabies

 Sweet goodnights

 Gentle goodbyes

 

You are wrong

No, right

Yes, wrong

All right

 

Incompetence

Filthiness

Ugliness

 

That is all which encompasses me

Correct?

 

Of course.

 

 

 

 

This bathroom

That I’m hiding in

 

My grotesque sanctuary

Reviews

[Dietrich von Crowe]

It surely isn't up to me, but I've an idea for you.
To give your style all the more unique of a concept, I've developed a name for it.
Motumice. (moh-too-miss) It basically means the state of moving (literally and metaphorically).
Mix of latin and suffixes lol.