Quiet deep melancholy
Hot drops of water course down my body
Sound blurs
In my head grinding- rock on rock.
Alone
On the page of this life
Blank staring up waiting for
Something to validate its existence.
Nothing but blurry ink
Dark questions
Self hate-
Wonderment at the way life grabs us up
Holds in a tight breath
Only to drop
Shattering glass into flesh
And dark scarlet
Swirling down the drain.
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