Soft Tenderness
Memories don’t speak directly to me i’m afraid to confront- stare down, dominate an omnipresence that can melt me to the bone. choosing instead to find the Parallel Words that can float besides me, drifting from marrow to palm i pluck them, like a single petal crushing thorns, pulping gritty texture until all remains is soft squished a fragmented ball so i can stroke the parts that…
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