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Mar 13
poem

rift, part 2

someday
time will have distorted your features
beyond recognition and my paintings
wont make sense like they used to—

today i see a map, a skeleton, a face.

but someday...

someday
all youll be is paint.
 
Posted: 03.13.19
About the Author: fran.cesca
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sprouted

rift: The Mariana Trench

i feel as though
the two halves of my brain
are seperating.
creating a sort of rift in my being,
a mariana trench in my mind.

you are at the bottom of 
this sunken place.
suspended in time,
buried under years of brain matter.
no matter how hard i try

i just can't drown you.
 

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  1. Mar 14, 2019

    LOVE this!!

    Shannon Ripp

  1. Mar 14, 2019

    thank you!!