Little Infinities

by Catherine Prasifka

Everything I do
Rockets through my brain
I am ashamed
Of things I try to change
I need to rip at the walls
The things I keep contained
Let it all out
Spill my blood on the floor
And open the door
I am full of chambers
An infinity of emptiness
I can spiral down into
And hit each stair
As I fall
Consumed by doubt
It eats at my skin
Caressing my hair with
A freezing touch

I am small
A fraction of a person
Trying to climb out
To hold up my collapsing house
But unsure of the foundations
Victims of denigration
Unfit formation
In need of restoration
And separation

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