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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