AN EXORCISM OF SORTS

[Words about other worlds
Bigger, better. All theirs, not yours.
Where skin is a map to all your worries, 
you still are the most beautiful of them all.]
In movement away lies passage and pattern,
it abandons all your courage.
You're so strong, you just don't see it.
Raised like a wolf in the belly of the worst memories,
you dug a hole so deep you can't find the way out.
Eyes closed, buried in my arms - is this home?
Distant but so close, please take me with you.
I chose to throw my heart into this hole, 
because this 'we' is so beautiful.
No matter how often, how long -
I hate the sadness when you leave.

An Exorcism Of Sorts

Planks.

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