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My feet are black and swollen, so I’ll wrap them up in love and quilts. My arms are sore and stringy, so I’ll kiss them and take a bath My eyes are salty and dry, so I’ll take a nap and splash into my thoughts. My brain is a collage made by a toddler who brought all his crayons to share. But in the end there was no fixing to be done there.

Sometimes I see myself as a baby bird. I over test my boundaries and look over the nest and once I see the world in aw, I cannot overlook the abundance of change in my sight. The nest I new no longer exists.

These ribbons reaching out entangling me They're drowning me I'm drowning I'm drowning in memories Childhood sparks flash brilliant yet dark Killing me with the embers I haven't remembered Half a life clouded yet safe But the water is spinning The tide coming in Dancing too close And I have no where to run I cannot swim With the ribbons and water Pinning me under The clouds shrouded me Because there are things That don't need to be remembered Childhood sparks Flash brilliant yet dark Killing me with the embers I haven't remembered The seizures stalk me Ethereal and grace But obese on my fear Burrowing me with weight And I have no whe