echoing voices
penetrate
the depths of each
crevasse burrowed
into me

my heart drips
and oozes
with hurt
adversity encasing it
in a pandora’s box
filled with bittersweet futures
encouraging my
bloodlust

this time,                                                                                                                                                  pills nor potions
can restore
my sanity.
they cannot repair
the shatters of this
broken heart

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