The Top of My Soul

I’m coming undone

My heart is unraveling

Its multiple strings

Loosening, loosening, loosening

The bottom of my heart

Is cracked and exposed

The blood and the organs

Flow freely inside my chest

Falling, falling, falling

Like a waterfall of turmoil

Gliding through my ribcage

And sliding over my guts

Reaching, reaching, reaching

Towards the tips of my toes

When it stops

I can feel it

Sitting in the mist

On the top of my soul


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