lapse

hearts tyrant
dictator
an iron fist, ruling

i am finding it hard
to read
again.

nails hammered
pin pricks
a pain, just behind the eyes
a metallic taste
at back of throat
at tip of of tongue.

i want to regress
go back
devolve to dimmer days
ignorance
innocent naivety
before the thaw
the blossom
and the litter underfoot.

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