A Human Situation


She looks out into the river of snakes.
Into the pools of fantasies,
Some mirror her deepest desires.
She cries out for authority.
She cries for her purpose.

Sangria veins flow through the body.
Nearly drowning.
She hears a hiss of confessions.

With the swiftness of a leopard,
And the wisdom of a hearse.
Seek not the rhythm of the path,
But a beat of your own.

Lick your wounds.
Pick out your favorite pieces,
From the shattered glass that is you.

But you called out this abyss,
Of what resides in the depths of eternity.
Just breathe in something that makes you whole.

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