a missing seam, pulled thread,
unraveling of my heart’s hem;
and emotions now! left to pour out
into the pockets of my soul,
weighing down all signs of hope…

would that I hide from these feelings
that rot my chest with remembering-
a slow drip of lost thoughts
falling from my unhinged heart
into steady and certain decay

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