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I breathe in a waste that is pouring through
my lungs sticking to the walls like tar
they are collapsing
inward making notes on my rib cage like
a scratched up gate that refuses to just open
and let the pain subside instead they hold like a mountain
while I struggle to forgive for their good graces in a time
where they could easily let go
lose themselves in a flurry of water and blood and an ocean
that runs as deep as veins
I compete with the sighs of a wind that keeps the doors in my mind closed
for when they are opened shadows become
toxicity that feed society's definition of a condition I've never admitted to
and it's not the fact that I see and hear things that are deemed not to be real
it's that these days my demons
refuse to string a sentence in response to language
only they and I have come to understand and the hole it leaves
gapes and shrouds judgement in a storm I can only endure for so long
so I step up to the mirror and I push that
glass so deep into my reflection no ghost can return
with an almighty howl the wind,
my only storyteller.

Description
I breathe in a waste that is pouring through
my lungs sticking to the walls like tar
they are collapsing
inward making notes on my rib cage like
a scratched up gate that refuses to just open
and let the pain subside instead they hold like a mountain
while I struggle to forgive for their good graces in a time
where they could easily let go
lose themselves in a flurry of water and blood and an ocean
that runs as deep as veins
I compete with the sighs of a wind that keeps the doors in my mind closed
for when they are opened shadows become
toxicity that feed society's definition of a condition I've never admitted to
and it's not the fact that I see and hear things that are deemed not to be real
it's that these days my demons
refuse to string a sentence in response to language
only they and I have come to understand and the hole it leaves
gapes and shrouds judgement in a storm I can only endure for so long
so I step up to the mirror and I push that
glass so deep into my reflection no ghost can return
with an almighty howl the wind,
my only storyteller.