.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

3.06.2005

its sinking, and you can feel it.
falling through the floor
again and
again
like your heart though your stomach
at the sound of something
sharp. it severs the edges
that feel real
and this time-warped mirror
is shivering beneath my weight.
its everything you never wanted
all cuminating in misery,
exploding in tears,
and ending repeatedly in
words that tear and scrape at your insides.
you drink doubt in with sound
melting everything
that makes you what God wanted.
you only have one foot to stand on
but you could balance so much better...

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