within
they say it lurks behind every soul who cries
waiting to wipe the tears from the ground with its clammy tongue
they say it hides behind your deepest secrets
waiting to pick up the broken pieces of when truth comes calling
they say it wants your dreams
that it would hang on the ceiling waiting to snatch them up
where it takes them is unknown
only that it begins a descent steep enough to flex the feet backward
where it ends is a mystery
but it isn't needed when all is taken
your heart remains intact
stop me
infectious disease
tying knots
so the words could
stop me
plug me
it won’t
with its scent
crying
broken
where things jumble
for answers
it won’t stop
the red walls
written blood
shaken
into pieces
it won’t stop
painting
A tree of life
the roots have taken residence
building time into woven fabrics
they stretch and form limbs that hold life
its many symbols enjoyed and memories swirling
twirling and curling into branches full of vigor
and pointing to the ultimate fate
that of not lasting
finding peace
resting
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