Alexa Houghton
My porcelain heart
Swears beneath the strain
Of an oppressive balance.
The ground is never long
From the sky and limbo
Is intrinsic to doubt.
A decision by default
Is the heaviest to bare.
–
Scars feed my wrists
Tumbling from moonlit flesh
As a chant and no one
Can absolve my pain
However, gaudy
However, brief
Their concern
Though I am grateful
Just the same.
–
I shuffle the papers
Of countless diaries
The timeline slipping
From earth’s turnings.
As deep as the ocean
It cannot taste
The saline it ensnares.
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mindlovemisery 
So much in this one (as usual)–I especially loved the lines “a decision by default is the heaviest to bare”. And I noted, “scars feed my wrists”…
Thank you very much!
Too much salt. Too many tears. One would thing a body could run out of them… and yet the ocean is full.
Thanks for your prompts and thanks for your visits.
Thank you Jules it is my pleasure =)