Two glassy striking orbs One sunk in Puffy with the creases Of laughter and quivering sobs Pitiful and genuine smiles A string pulling on the delicate eyelids Yet it knows too much Of the hunger that carves itself into Knots around the frail bones Of a child A child that deserves more than The scraps of relief it yearns for It’s seen too much Of the crackling fire that Scorches the fragile Stitches attempting to bind a teenage soul It remembers the aching sting Of unrequited efforts The thrashing about of doing When wanting to just be Muddled in days ruined Because of lost car keys grudges that weigh down and stain the veins black of a beating heart second place and the throbbing desire of wanting that taste of looking down at a tiny puzzle at the tip of a mountain of knowing it seemed like it was just there supposed to happen stripped away This hides in the crows feet that splits the skin into dry canyons and fault lines the stretch and bend of tracing over a topographic map Diptych Neva Ilica’28 14
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