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floating
naked body, naked heart
tucked knees in chest, like i was trying to protect
myself, because no one else would protect me
bare arms around bare legs
because all i needed then was a hug,
but all i had was myself
searing hot on my skin, droplets sliding down my back
and splattering on the bathtub floor
i turned it as hot as it could go,
because i needed something, anything
...Friday 13th November 2020 4:35 am
if my heart were a well
if my heart were a well,
it would be deep.
during the day i would go about my life
but when it would turned dark, trying to sleep
i‘d sit by the well
staring up at the lights strung up on the ceiling you call the night sky
and i would grow aware,
aware of the hollowness
and suddenly i would thirst for a cool drink
my throat becoming itchy, i’d try to fill the well
stu...
Thursday 12th November 2020 4:23 pm
terrified
my mind is a maze
a dark labyrinth
a closed trap
my thoughts run around like scared mice
they’re squeaking and scampering
and running around in a craze
delusional, one might say
loud and quiet and fast
they’re mad and shy and cry
but only because they’re terrified
they just want to be saved, to be heard
but my mouth doesn’t open
doesn’t say a word
it’s weak a...
Thursday 12th November 2020 3:01 am
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