There piled in the corner
is a rotting mess
of all I have repressed
emotions undone
time oscillates with sun
love remains the undying one
Cobwebs cover the cracks
truth broke mother’s back
little girl somewhere hides
find her soon
don’t let her lock herself inside
Dusters camouflage
I move it here so I can dodge
spilling out
stinking waste
I want a moment
I need to see
the space of self
tidy and clean
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About the Creator
H. Leigh
My work explores the lure of science and metaphysical matters. Through both fiction and nonfiction works, I weave the elements of the two. What I birth are imaginative tales of brave souls and an ever-expanding universe☀️
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