Wild at heart

Migrane uses a thin thread to pull my nerves persistently

Coughing without having a cold
Cloudy sky

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The warm familar voice asks me "Are you well?" over the phone

My eyes are filled with tears instead of saying "Yes."

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Had a hot cup of tea to calm my wild heart down

Uncontrolled memories shaped like the fresh blood

shed through my nose

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posted by Mari Kim