may crosses the threshold;
still in place despite being shaken,
things dangling in a state of shock, matters frenzied.
all i could do is stare at its tail ends, its ides, its roots, fiendish.
time is a quicksand, it has taught.
the month’s chasm i find myself suspended in,
as only half and in a room hellish, four corners built precariously
pent up dread ***********
breathe in breathe out
may leaves,
a sigh of only minimum relief
Jun 3, 2022
Jun 3, 2022 at 10:19 PM UTC
may crosses the threshold;
still in place despite being shaken,
things dangling in a state of shock, matters frenzied.
all i could do is stare at its tail ends, its ides, its roots, fiendish.
time is a quicksand, it has taught.
the month’s chasm i find myself suspended in,
as only half and in a room hellish, four corners built precariously
pent up dread ***********
breathe in breathe out
may leaves,
a sigh of only minimum relief
days late but have at it anyway
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