word play. my way. i cant write today

this is the structure of things.

strong foundations. warm covers. steady and ready. gone in a flash. personal matters filed away in complex folders, and hidden away forever.
escaping the mundane. flesh for an equal exchange. cash value, no value. dropping out.


my baby died so long ago, she cried. collapsed into nothing. sweet derision and emotional collision. stay fierce, stay strong, say nothing.

these are personal matters, let me remind you. as the clock announces our demise.

i cant write today or i cant find a subject. im writing through it. working it out, working it out. its a process

a process
in finding where you fit inside of all this

adjusting, redirecting, shifting focus, find a new perspective. start again
win the war
claim your place

ugh

i'm laying it all out for you
i have no clue
what else to do.


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