clarity seems such
swan diving flights of fancy
muddy ears mouth nose
menopause
hormones moaning through your veins
flashing scenes of feverish misunderstanding
in your brain gunking up the works
making you the loneliest most pitiful person
that ever walked the face of the earth
a breath of stagnant air scratching along
your rage raw throat with spasms of
projectile bile fighting to exit a down
blocked passage that hides jagged tears
screams sobs pain open wounds emptiness
nothing a void soul devoid eyes on the back
of your head fists shoved in ears to stop
the sound of silence howls like whirlwind
spiders crawling on the underside of your skin
curled into a dark corner to be no more
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