it felt, stumbled, it’s still breathing
.
I’m unfocused . because of words left casually on paper
stabbed with little nothings
that change my sphere
here to witness chaos without no gun
dark lights pulsating in my veins . sticky liquid on a patched throat
collarbone patterns my fear
I’m unfocused . because of words left casually on paper
barely reaching my state
in the fog I regain warmth . on moonstones and daisies
yes, perhaps
waiting for the sun . until it lets me breathe
barely touching those words... shh, I’m in a haze but it will pass
I promise
12 fractured turns of stars and I’ll be there
just a breather, a slow thought
inhale baby , you’re home
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