a little thing called

a festering sore
exposed, vulnerable
and never healing.
an aspiration
for the weak willed
or the delusional.
-The parasites.

I learned to suture memories.
I am free,
as a rock in the wind.

Published by nomisyar

I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar

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