Tear ©


The light; so painful, so bright,

I breathe, deep, hard, sharp.

The glass orb sits, restless

Thoughts swirl mixed in a colourless haze of quintessential hurt

Flashes to and fro the conscious mind.

Raw receivers reap;

The bubble swells.

Red branch hands

Hushing rushing pushing –


a snail so quick



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