Come With Me

Days of the innocent

Children go outside, get lost in make-believe

Carrying secrets not knowing the weight

Believing the same of their playmates

As they grew with invisible cracks

Fractures in a vulnerable infrastructure

Building blocks of brain damage

Recognized when I left

Remembered when you howled

Catastrophic collapse

Razor sharp relics resurface

Regurgitated into some semblance of secure sanity

Mixed with blood and memories

The thread goes deeper

Deeper than generations

Unbroken and terrifyingly tethered

Come with me, I am not too much

Standing in the vacant street screaming

Purging my fullness

And creating a less visible version

With softer edges

Wishing and

Wanting

Warmth

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