Poetic Musings, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Deep Internal

The wound
Isn’t shallow

In fact, it is
Deeply buried

In the stillness
Like a gravity well

Pulling inward when
Reaching forward

To tug backward
As if anchored

By a taught band
Barely yielding

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