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the sun shimmers,

but today I cannot shine.

the songs of the birds dance

to my ears, but my heart

will not join them, not

today.

the children play,

but, oh today, this does

not evoke, not even

a glimmer.

my blue eyes are but faded

watermark

today.

my heart’s strings are stretched

and snapped and smack

the bars of its cage,

on repeat,

and repeat,

repeat.

my lips are a salt bed

in the shimmering sun

today, cracked edges peeled

back on a silent cave,

today.