my brain is flooded, swimming in my
thoughts leaking out of my eyes
flooded blood-red fury
that blurry spot begging to be
re-energised
between the heads of my femurs
drains an achy relief
already laughing to crying
sugar cubes made redundant
I've resolved to alone
but I've not resolved anything
my head can't keep up
with my churning womb
my history burns itself
for what's at stake
(little more than my mistakes)
there's something breaking in me
much worse than spilt milk
leaking eyes the first fissure
haven't seen what
I need to see
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