naming all my sins
in order to acquaint myself with the
intuition that we've come to ignore
Cracking bones to build new homes
and breaking in new shoes so we can forget
Bruise
And
Break
And
Crack
And
Burn.
We're here where we've
always
been.
Musical interludes are attempting to write
an ocean that is loud enough
for us to
think it's just us.
It's like a forced entry
into a house who leaves its doors
unlocked
and its windows
carrying a sign that says
OPEN.
You're going where she went
I'm watching you hold back
It's just another heart attack
One
Beat
Before
Burst.
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