another seasonal playlist in bio
woke up salty
same day as before and day before that
tomorrow i’ll wake up with salt everywhere
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Salt on my face
On my neck
My chest
Salt all over my skin
Burning me
Numbingly
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The weight of unknown source
on bedsheets that are soaking wet
A flow is still present within my body, it hasnt come out for quite some time, like a big ball inside my chest, that just sits there like a stone in a lake.
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Rebirth comes as fainting, a safe fall into ripe abundance. Into a nest of fruit that ripened too soon.
Dionysian madness,
comes through an era of ecstasy.
As they would say, hideously sweet and not gentle. Never.
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wounds Ive been collecting wounds Ive been saving to show wounds that are all over me
And I take them apart, put my hands inside, and say goodbye to them just in the form of forgetting. I’ll never get rid of them, not just like that.
wounds that are all over my body wounds that stay with me all the time wounds that are only mine
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That always happy smiling face
never showed anything else,
yet it was hiding so much.
**
Now I could cry and complain
how much I desire,
but it’s no longer needed.
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I took the pieces that had been glued feebly
and puzzled them back,
this time gluing them strong and secure.
