"Existence is pain!" and Other Lies I've Told Myself - Mija Richardson
chapter 4 - texture
glass, my heart. open and see-through. there isn't a lot to hide, you see. vulnerability at it's finest. chip. blinking and it's changing. chip. tears become something non existent. chip. hard now, not fluid. harder, pouring rock. crack. true individual thinking. crack. chip. falling? failing. crack. fractures, oh how the truth shows itself. fragile.
wood, my body. structured and solid. not much hiding here, either. chip. blinking and it's changing. chip. tears scorch through the grain. chip. flowing flowing flowing down the ravines. splinter. is this what i actually want? tumble. burn. pain? pain. oh how the hurt shows itself. charred.
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"Existence is pain!" and Other Lies I've Told - Mija Richardson
There will always be a feeling, a tingle. Right at the back of my mind. Sitting waiting patiently. Perhaps it's always there, waiting for some opportunity to come up where it asks questions, demands answers. It’s furious. Raging. Keeping calm can be hard, it’s happened before. It’s happened before. It’s happened before. My heart was broken when I was young, several times. I came back though, and grew. I’m halfway there now. Faced my demons, or still living with them whilst they sit and have coffee in the depths of my mind. Suspicion.
By Mija Richardson3 years ago in Poets
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