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Maha Feb 2019
Oh that?
That's been there.
It's old.
Forgotten.
Like those boxes in the back of my closet.
My body burns when you touch them.
Scorching and staining my flesh
I feel
Defective.
Maha Feb 2019
Warm covers and familiar crashes and thuds
The orchestra of this house.
Why does it feel foreign?
This Home.
Maha Feb 2019
I sewed myself back together
Or so I thought.
I picked up every piece and threaded my needle
Sat and worked till the moon disappeared again.
And every day I sailed
Every shore I kissed
Tore my delicate lines
Here I find myself once again
Tattered and wheezing
I'll have to buy new thread then.
I can't salvage all the pieces this time either
Some of them don't fit anymore.
I guess I'll have to find new ones.
Maha Feb 2019
I felt something different today.
Sturdy and straight, it held my head up higher than anything had before.
Everything around me was in shambles, but I.
Not even a Redwood or Sequoia could surpass my height.
Today I grew.
I walk with a new purpose in my step.
I grew a spine today.
Maha Feb 2019
Art
i was a canvas
with all of my colors, i ask
what have you painted?
Maha Feb 2019
Why was it
I'd just written a perfect screenplay
So I looked up to deliver my final line for the night
That when I saw you
My computer crashed
Maha Feb 2019
Perhaps everyone has a fishbowl.
Not everyone likes swimming so I suppose a lot of people just sit in it without water. My fishbowl isn't very big. There's water but it gets filthy really quickly so I have to clean it a lot.
I see myself swimming around in the bowl a lot. Sometimes others come visit. They give things that make the water go away sometimes, but I can't remember how often they happen.
I don't know why there's two of me here, or why I have to watch the one that's in the bowl, but if I stop she gets very close to drowning.

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