window/and burnt that dreamcatcher I hung on its parallel
Now, I have a room turned into a black hole/and the black
in my head/I have unattended grief that I was
supressing/with the help of false hopes/good karma/clean
conscious/and faith in godly miracles/all of which stand
discarded at last/I have some reed diffuser oil gifted by a
kind friend/and a some fairy lights/I decorated my acute
lackings/meditated in the frugal DIY ambience.
Do I feel better?/There is so much residual pain that/
filtered out of the pores of my skin/won't this take a
lifetime/and more to heal?