It’s Wednesday and it’s gloomy outside. I went for a little run, and it started hailing as soon as I’d run no more than 35 minutes. Only 35 minutes. Seattle can be gloomy for such extended periods of time that it feels like you’re living in some sort of womb. A womb formed out of…
wrap my heart in embers encase my chest in cloth wrap it stop it from breaking or at least hold its shattered pieces together wrap it in steel so I can’t feel the quaking the chasms roaring rivers running through canyons filled with lions cool it with breezes, funnel in light hold me so hard…
so many words i wanted to say untouched spaces, fragments, mind untouched heart caverns, rivers shattered, blind and where is the hard, where is it when all i see is water, ruins, drown your softness cuts into my chest empty cave, gravel grinding, crush dark and where, where is the hard where is the hard…
stop my heart from beating where has it all gone stop you don’t know how you don’t read me a story, count all the minutes between when the doors closed the sheets, the covers i told you when these day late hours rusted over the only things left would be that empty blanket and where…
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