Her

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A kind word from a stranger
And she cries like a baby.
She'd chewed her heart and spat it out
Many moons ago, when she did not know her name
Unseen, unheard, unknown, unloved
She could have run away.
A little lady, a wholesome man
Or some teenage lovebirds holding hands
And she cries like a baby
How did a heart grow again?
Days peel off smoothly enough
She smiles at unimportant joys
I marvel at her maddening beauty
She charms me with her muslin voice
I take her hand,
I plant a kiss, gently
She cries like a baby
And I find my heart again
We water our hearts reborn, soaking in the purest rain.

disconnected

The see-saw is askew
And I want to ask you
Why are you still crying for balance?

Distractions are blinding
Terrors normalised in
A world which is bursting with absence.

It’s a lopsided space
This isn’t an equal race
Neutrality is just your pretense.

Your eyes will grow squinted
Your opinions tainted
And this is how the world really ends.

How can you look at a carpet
And ignore the threads?
Ah, but it is just a rape.