thought bubbles
starting small
as a whisper
filling silence
one step
all the time
it builds a home
biting deep into empty air
where nothing stirs
kept peaceful absence
sacred
every day growing
louder into the void
thumping against
banging upon
destroying
everything you once were
everything before
lost to the thunder
filled to burst
never again
numb
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flower // danielle
she // they // plant
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chronic pain
starting small
as a whisper
filling silence
one step
all the time
it builds a home
biting deep into empty air
where nothing stirs
kept peaceful absence
sacred
every day growing
louder into the void
thumping against
banging upon
destroying
everything you once were
everything before
lost to the thunder
filled to burst
never again
numb