That Place

Like yours, these doors
stay closed
with raking nails and
screaming on the other side
you see
I’m injured
just like you, a need

comfort of patterns, habits
apart into crumbs, not even
jagged edges to wound
just dust

Guarded, we crave
for the survival of soul
to connect, to comfort
the release drawn out

May we find strength
in each other, to surrender
to break in two
tortured torrents
I’m tired
giving in, if you’ll take me
bloody, pleading
silently between words

I know you’re there.


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