BREATHING MUD

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It’s my fault

My carelessness

I blame myself

For all of it

The logic

Disappears

Without a trace

And I am left

Wandering

Alone in the dark

It’s a muddy dark

The kind that clings to you

The kind that covers you

And dries so hard

Leaving its residue

I want to lie down

To breathe it in

To let it fill my insides

Until part of the earth

Is all I am

4 thoughts on “BREATHING MUD

  1. Don’t do that. Your precious little one will need dinner before too long.

    Find a big strapping lad to hug you and hold you for 20 seconds. Breathe that in instead. Works wonders.

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  2. Pingback: dark drowning breaths. « Sick with Poetry.

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