Edema

When I ask for more of yesterday,
And your eyes say,
DON’T DO THAT.

My heart swells

And splinters

And cracks

Like wood that’s been slowly marinated in moisture from a fog that just can’t contain the pressure of
itself
anymore.

Then I tell you,
MY HEART HAS JUST CRACKED.

And you slip far away from me
into the fog.
And your mouth says,

SO IT IS.
SO IT IS.
SO IT IS.

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