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my heart [poem] 

my heart is empty walls with dust outlines
after all the picture frames are packed away
it’s the old socks lost
between the machines at the laundromat
it’s that one drawer
where all the random junk collects
until you start calling it the junk drawer
my heart is the last forgotten potato
covered in eyes after weeks of being left alone
(there’s a metaphor there
about growing even in the dark)
it’s that spot no one else visits
and hiding there when you can’t breathe
it’s the ridiculously hot shower
after standing out in the rain
but it’s also the rain
and the sweat
and the tears
my heart is ocean
full of too much salt
to quench anyone’s thirst


bookdragon, poet, witch

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