Sitting here, pondering-- wondering about tomorrow and, everything that still
remains beyond my reach as though a ladder wasn't tall enough to
reach its victim; but for this moment,
my mind stares, thinking up of ways to disappear...
To be submerged underneath the weight of solace
pentatrating the very core of eaten away canvas
and, still these remaining tears stung like acid
Decomposed but fermented with good 'bones'
she was easily renovated into newer construction
Memoirs of glass replaced inside the boxes
while broken tree limbs were taken, stripped,
and, finally, reused
In last desparation to running with the wind,
windows were conclusively open as remnants
of fallen petals embedded themselves alongside
every recess - every corner plastering an endless
circle to feel freedom
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