She lives next
door, in my head
In the apartment
of my mind, she screams aloud
at times. Dragon’s luck
my attention span’s
A hairbreadth
shorter
Than her temper.
She sleeps a
stone’s throw
Away from my
heart
In a rundown
concrete
house. Her eyelids are bolted
Shut. in
compensate for
The broken doors,
broken windows
broken life.
She draws doodles
On the layers of
dust
On the scarred
surface
Of my heart
I bare my chest
in consternation
Where goes that
beautiful
Broken state of
mind
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