6 months

Almost 6 months out
and still you tangle your madness
with ease into my life
In quick passing moments
As you cut and cut me down
But there is nothing left for you
to cut now that I am
only bone
And dust
Rolling mountain stones
Crashed at the river bed
I wait for rain as you chop
Cordially deceiving truth
In misconstrued broken truths
How did I spend so much time
Believing I was broken
Untethered or lacking
Seeking knowledge of how to
Become enough
For what did I owe my broken heart
And tears
If you were never the river or mountain
I could never be cut to bone
If I have always been bone
from the start.

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