my frail dizzying head hides,
buried deep inside a dull, fading pillow case
& my lungs filling the stale air of old cotton fluff.
abstract aching, insecurity & confusion
lace together with force to crush my spirit.
my vision wavers & blurs,
needing to keep the flood gates closed,
& yet they leak still, absorbed into discolored fabric,
mirroring the heavy clouds outside my window.







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