you can't fill a space with something until it's empty. and like a bad drink, it's not pouring something while you pour the other out. the glass must be emptied, cleaned an prepared to receive the new. and so goes my heart.
unlike glass which is delicate but strong my heart is flesh and breathing emotions. the emptying feels like fabric ripping...from a weak spot...tug here...tug there...and there are no scissors to hurry the process...just a pull.
the familial is back. like a siren calling it's black tune into my darkness. this time her song hits the hollow canyon walls and comes back to me in echos. into the shadow of the valley of death i go. i know there is light but it is yet to be perceived .
dance on people
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