thorny stirrup
Every time you hear your name
Your heart drops to the ground
Frightened of what they might've found.
You can't let them see it.
The wreckage you've come to
The flotsam on the shore that is you.
Next thing you know
Your eyes will meet their hands
Holding your beloved key
The key to the cycle you repeat.
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thorny stirrup
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Every time you hear your name
It’s like holes appear in the ground
Sucking you in. Sinking.
Frightened of what they might've found.
You can't let them see it.
The wreckage you've come to
The flotsam on the shore that is you.
Next thing you know
Your eyes will meet their hands
Holding your beloved key
To the box bearing the splintered pieces
You keep hammering into bits.