Life when agonizes you

How you speak those words!

The pain travels my middle ear

The pin trickles my gums

Oh, how can you be so morose?

I am wriggling and disappearing

and re- appearing again.

I am not capable of any more

blood coursing through my vein.

But I squint and shut my eyes.

Even though my ears are ringing

and frothy lava is

coming down from my

mouth even before I wash my teeth.

I am alive and alive again.

Oh, how can you continue!

I don’t think it is an endless mosaic that is life.

But the tiles made from broken and stitched souls.

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