The Watermarks Across My Skin #3

I feel as if a bird is lightly tapping upon my brain.

The agony of it, the irony

Of becoming voiceless by the doing of something

Bursting with the hard notes and

I feel dizzy with my conceptions of you,

Sick and drowning slowly in the puddles

Of something I have not yet identified.

Quite honestly,

I feel that my head is full of bees and

The quiet that comes when no one else around you ever

Has anything to say.

Tell me, is this what you meant when you said

Eventually it would all smooth out?

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