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Another messy poem, a free-write, about recovery and learning to get through the pain. Thank you for reading <3

a brief history of sanity

We put the tears away in a jar once used for pickling.

We put the tears away in a jar once used for pickling. It is there through our cousin's wedding,

We put the tears away in a jar once used for pickling. It is there through our cousin's wedding, our grandfather's funeral,

We put the tears away in a jar once used for pickling. It is there through our cousin's wedding, our grandfather's funeral, flicks the light off the centrepiece flowers like lint.

Your full-length mirror catches a glimpse of it and hides behind a lens,

Your full-length mirror catches a glimpse of it and hides behind a lens, taking the static from the house

Your full-length mirror catches a glimpse of it and hides behind a lens, taking the static from the house and pushing it to a tongue's edge.

Someday you will love it

Someday you will love it how you loved to put your palms flat against the aquarium glass,

Someday you will love it how you loved to put your palms flat against the aquarium glass, opening your mouth to all the fish

Someday you will love it how you loved to put your palms flat against the aquarium glass, opening your mouth to all the fish wriggling to be held in the bowl of your stomach.

Butterfly kicks to reach the pane of you,

Butterfly kicks to reach the pane of you, stained with use and touch,

Butterfly kicks to reach the pane of you, stained with use and touch, hollowed like a bottleneck's mouth

Butterfly kicks to reach the pane of you, stained with use and touch, hollowed like a bottleneck's mouth and kisses with all teeth.

You will love it like the dust on the shelf,

You will love it like the dust on the shelf, irreversibly,

You will love it like the dust on the shelf, irreversibly, how when the wood trembles,

You will love it like the dust on the shelf, irreversibly, how when the wood trembles, its shape still remains.

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