by Morgan

The clutter of my mind douses my heart,
I’ve come undone,
curled, curled, curled into a wed,
filling into a shape unknowing,
let it go they say, hold your own they say,
breath, breath, breath.
Slip into the deep, shattered the pure,
I’m soiled, coiled beneath you,
Collapsed into the memory, blurring my sorrows,
Holding my heart with broken fingers, fallen.

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