My ailment deepens to roots,
Slackened by the uproar of distress
I sheltered a fat bubbly balloon of thoughts.
Then I busted out and shed flowers
Red, red flowers
Pain eats me with its jaws so hard
Sky with its grin shined
At loss I churned out the scum of myself,
Mind’s best pricks
Shrill aches in each throb
Hurts, everything
Your dust I trample in every thought
Your smell I sweep
This room shrinks so quickly
Breaks me
Like a black hole
I must go.
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