The Rent

I dove inside and wondered the very reason
As/to why I
broke the surface (to begin with)
Why not sooner why not smoother?

Something taps me every time
And every night I fall into foam
Reaching*

Fingers strained & aching and
They’re not /burning/ there’s
liquid Nitrogen in these veins
Damn this place is Cold

This basement I now call home
& the children run and scream upstairs
my havoc is loneliness

Yet I enjoy the freedom
to cry as long and hard as I like
[You’d never know the difference]
–LM

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