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Click heremy head, like a log jam of splintering emotion
waiting on the tears falling thick and hot as tar,
floats outside the bubble, cringing before the pop.
i curl upon myself as tired as an old spank mag.
truth elusive as a quiet moment smiles smug
eyes closed against the sight. the first one drops.
breaking wide open as a hand hidden smile
i free the load and pay the toll for follies passion.
a momentary sorrow tart as grandma's rhubarb pie
rests upon my heart; a stone as shiney as a pearl.
this story runs deep as a mysterious blue hole
its depths yet touched beneath my swimming feet.
a heaving breath shakes loose and I release
myself from shame, from blame, from pain...
this is why i live alone inside my wicked head.