Tides

I collect faults like others collect bones
Because I think it lets me feel
Stockpiled in the hoarded nest in my mind like floodwaters
Waiting for the right opportunity
The right expression
A point of conversation when I can shut it down
And move on
Washing away friendships like stains outed in a river
My fault lines crack like breaks in my skull
Seismic waves throw me off balance
Into a sea of discontented loathing
HELP ME I CAN’T SWIM

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Tides

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