the tendrils of maternal
abuse claw my broken psyche
in the quiet moments spent
lost in the shadowy ceiling
my head weighs approximately
the mass of the black hole
where my soul once bled out
in spectral hues transmitted
on the sine waves ingrained
into the synaptic disfunction
of a broken child crying alone

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