Still Sickness from Erosion / Avulsion by Hidden Mothers

With wounded hands,
I will claw out of the ground that covers me
And spit the soil out on my sheets.

I will crawl,
Into the splintered frame that I still call my home.
It’s a still sickness that burdens me

I’ll speak new words,
And tear my voice to shreds, screaming of a new peace,
And spit the blood out on my sheets.

I will pull myself together,
Like pulling teeth or a needle through skin.
You know I live in the back of my mind.

And if this is still my home,
Then leave me where I lay.

I am the cause
I am the breach
I am the weakness
The source of it all

I am the cause
I am the breach
I am the weakness
The source of it all

Noise still clouds my head,
Words that taste like death,
Safely smothered beneath,
The blood stains on my sheets.

Will I disintegrate before I feel safe?
Held together by splinters and thread, can I feel safe?

This is the sound of my disintegration

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