how
does the heart still somehow continue its breaking all this time later there are still cracks that relinquish their light up and out into the dark sky will I ever know how deep they go? chasms to the core of me, deeper that shudder open when I find a reminder some days it feels more like there are lines cast down into the rivers that run as deep as rivers can run and the hooks are snagged and dragging forever I remind myself that it is okay to allow the tears to come. they pushpull at the edges, but I don’t need to fight off that pain though it threatened to obliterate me drown me in my own love, black and torpid, washed down dirty alleyways and pooled in dim caves I rained in the all the wrong places some days it feels more like this a steady ache at the base of my throat and its veins so strong pulse still bleeding after all this time is it still open or is it phantom pain reminding me that healing is not linear even as I say the words reminding me that this language does not resolve - speaking protective spells to try and weather the storms as they hit over and over is it phantom pain reminding me that you will always be a spectre in my periphery I am trying to release this hauntology Comments are closed.
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