The Journal of Uncertainty

Fill my lines so you appear busy.
Mundane tasks
They look important,
but they are
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Hello

It has been years since I knew who I was.
What I stood for,
and now I fall, I believe no longer.
I protect no one.

Recall every song,
recall every memory.
Whispers are frantic
your breath of hope could ache.

A gentle touch.
You traced the stars with my heart
and hold my soul
in the embrace of your galaxy.

Push through this skin
and paint a picture.

Finger painting
with blood.
It was all a young girl knew.

It itches and burns
to crack open and smell the blood, wasn’t the intention.
Growing raw against silk sheets, I couldn’t fix it.

I am trapped in the soft prison
of my own flesh.
The wardens have wrapped my heart in wire.

Tied down by the demons
that hunt us.
I don’t mind being another taken,
one more.