My Inner Child is Now an Angsty Teenager…

I awoke this morning with a

stillness.

The result of

that

diaphanous way

hope

leaves

the body

and sadness pours in,

inundating the rhizomatous cracks,

and every

bottomless

void—

Inflaming long forgotten wounds

with new traumas.

The quiet,

this silence.

It settled in with such an

indignant fortitude,

it told me I betrayed myself.

Now,

as my stillness turns to ice,

and I retreat to the fortress from which I survey,

I thank you for

the spark and kindling of the sun,

but it was

our potential for a

supernova

that lured me out

and

the stillness

it

brings.

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