a few years ago
I met medusa’s gaze
and turned to stone;
I never turned back
when I left the house I grew up in
I assumed it would be for the best;
I haven’t found home since
A hollow heart
encased in flesh
equipped with a vocabulary
on a voyage to become more
before it gets lost in the rain
or caught in a breeze
a fragile mind traversing a serrated landscape
this is something else
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