invest in this unrest
bless the stressed mess with less finesse and focus
let us flow ’cause
we cannot really know what
brings us to our knees

follow the lines
untangle these threads
tear into the fabric of space and time
pull apart the tapestry of me

each strand of my making and fibre of my being
laid raw and exposed and ready for judgement

this used to force me into hiding
uncompromisingly sliding into shadows and shades
the words used to silence cut deeper than blades
these wounds spilt my blood which in turn the stains the page

words used as weapons acquired
aim then taken and shots point-blank fired
fears grew inside my brain like a blossom of darkness
tears tearing my face into a stark mess

(Artwork painted by the incredibly talented Devin Wallace)

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