you had filled in the gaps
but when you left,
there became more
they kept expanding,
trying to kill me in ways only i could be killed
my wounds shimmered in the light of the sun
and only then had i realised
i am not cracked & broken
but chipped & can be glued back together
YOU ARE READING
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Poëziein a far off land, i lay, as the little children play, i cannot, will not, do not, move or stray. - sleep paralysis. this is a book of poems, short stories, and whatever else i find myself writing in the middle of a mental breakdown. please read...
