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The Crack in My Head
Where are the words
that make
my mind
rhyme
Sinking gently
in pattern
into quite
spaces
Sweet and smooth
a honey kiss
dancing
in fluid steps
Humming
tunes impregnated
in golden spun
truths
Slipping
through breaths
with the air
resting on lips
But the crack
within my head
steals rhymes
leaving them to die
And as they leave
I can sometimes
here them whisper
a soft "goodbye"
Sour words
heal the crack
with burning cement
sealing them inside
They leap
into my throat
attacking
like acid
I try
to hold
my breath inside
but they push
Escaping my mouth
making more cracks
choking sweet words,
others rhymes
I wish
to drown them
now and again
have no words
I peel
at the cement
that seals a crack
within my head
I pour water in
knowing
rhyme less words
can't swim
They have
no lungs
only shriveled
tongues of ash
They thrash
building flame
in the struggle
bellowing smoke
But I keep
pouring water
and the smoke
becomes steam
The sour words
no longer
have ashen
tongues
But clean
and simple ones
pink and wet
but still raw
They lick
at the crack,
bits of flesh
growing back
Some of them
escape
while others
are pulled back
And filed away,
their acid
cleansed
from them
Now they
are only words,
though not sweet
they no longer burn.
My rhymes
are long dead
but no longer remains
the crack in my head.
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