Breath comes in shards
that cut into the heart
and drain the marrow.
Into the gorge rises sorrow.
Like a cubist's painting,
the raw edges of all dimensions
are jagged, exposed at once.
Please show me where
my touch will not cause pain.
Please tell me when
I can embrace without suffocating.
Please hear me say
you are not alone.
that cut into the heart
and drain the marrow.
Into the gorge rises sorrow.
Like a cubist's painting,
the raw edges of all dimensions
are jagged, exposed at once.
Please show me where
my touch will not cause pain.
Please tell me when
I can embrace without suffocating.
Please hear me say
you are not alone.
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