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Windshield wiper clears my eyes

from decadent intense soul cries.

Deep in my decayed willow bark

I’m transported into nightfall.

Dimness entombed in my spirit

beseeches me to glide into

epic hollowness to confront

a pinhead of regal sullenness

crisscrossed throughout me.

I’ll stitch my lacerations up

by unloading each strand

of disarray into the ether

as molecules of serenity

flood my DNA to mend me.

–by Maria Mocha © 2023