of regret

the bassinet
rocks softly
dangling
from the edge of a cliff
at the edge
of nowhere
where nothing
is what it seems
nowhere
is as close
as the emptiness
in the center
of a heart

the wind
howls loudly
causing small cries
to join
the choral wonder
of banality
sundered
from the wet lips
of winsome kisses
spit
like curses
into the cyclonic
dreamcatcher
of neglect

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