Deconstruction
The soul whispers
it’s wounds
like a raw ache
as cracks
turn into chasms
as confidence
dwindles
like starving weeds
on too-dry clay
and as the soul
cracks open wider
and fissures splinter
through the heart
he whispers still…
I love you
Twisting the Leaf 
Why are you feeling so very cracked and damaged my love? I’m here baby
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