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Apr 2014
Whirlpools of bad memories
in a thick black lake
Subconscious at the bottom
flickering shadows of bright frogs, like magic
Sometimes I dive deep there, when we don't talk
You told me to come back
I told you I was a house on fire
the very bones of my being fueling my chaotic cycle
like a snake eating its tail
Through the smoke and the steaming rain,
collapsed staircases and flashes of blue flame
There you are
with your bricks and mortar
palms of your hands painted with callouses and ash
Smoothing over singed framework,
replacing broken pipes one by one
Parting clouds until the sun shines
For the only one who endures my chaos and holds me after nightmares. <3
Written by
   Connor Ruther
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