Alliteration Exercise.


There is a sadness that sleeps
somewhere beneath my skin’s surface.

Coiled in the canopy of my capillaries,
it clusters comfortably.

I have tried tearing it out of my tendons,
talking with reason and thoughtfulness. 

It does not dare to drill any deeper;
it just dreams beneath my dermis. 

We are a unit of undulations. We
undo each other, unearth understanding.

I can not be without the bastard.
We are like button and hole. Whole.

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