Pour me out and fill me up with your presence.

Breathe me in

Let my organs consume your limbs

as I lay there, half empty.

Or maybe, half full.


I know one thing,

and that is there is equilibrium

in this fishbowl.

Ooze out of me

And detox you

from my presence.

It’s been 8 years since

you decided to fly

prematurely, out of the nest

and into a permanent sentence.

When you fell,

I too fell (apart)

cell by cell.

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