Reflections

Masturbation
Meditation
What's the difference?
Feeling sacred
Maybe anxious
Feeling different
Made of paper
Fall apart
Making art
Making up
What seems to start
A deeper chain
Of these ideas
In this writing
I take it down
And build it up

Again and again
We break and bend
Sickened now
And down to our knees
Pray "God, please"
These waves that come
Run over me
I see myself
Reflected in the sea
Reflections of me
Pass by on the bus seat
Parallel universes
In the windowsills
Past versions
Burn down
Like burdens



Credits
Writer(s): Mary Mitchell
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