solar systems sit here
there are good things capable of resting in me
like those times i tried to unclog
your bloodstream with compassion and eyes always listening
even when youre moving by
there were more than colds here
you sneezed and sneezed
my goosebumps are clapping oh
theyve always got some place to go now
we cannot be sick
the luggage of illnesses is kept in the storage room
nothing feels so solid there
i revisit only when i need to be reminded
that this shell of a skeleton of a body of a being
layed on the floor from twelve years on
i shouldnt make this so easy
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Karissa Satchwell
She writes as if there’s no other choice.
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