journal1

the sun blanketed,
the white sheet pulled
over the deceased.
for the past week
you forgot how the sun
splices and deforms
and the ray of light
shining on one side
cuts that side of your heart
and consumes it

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kneecap or
muscle, vein
nerve or tendon
shrieks with pain.
and cements joints;
a stiff walk.
tender elbows
stinging lobes
prickling wrists.

you stand and
static fills your eyes
head clouds and
brain swims in your skull.

falling apart physically

falling apart mentally

it joys you to sport wounds
especially ones you can
tug.

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i'm just a human
made up of a million little
problems.
cauterized together
or some bound with rope
how else would
hundreds of different
unrelated problems
stick together?

you were made
and not created.