Entreatment.

New life is introduced in floral prints and grammatical marks of inquiry 

Engulfed in uncertainty, denial, but mostly estrangement to prior constancies 

My limbs transcend the barriers placed by the stigmas my own mind has conjured

It's sweet and fast 

Like blowing out dead dandelion heads

And the final seed is always left for the second burst of wind from my lips

It serves to remind me of every job left half done 

Every job where "thorough" and "detail" were left on the couch 

It's silent, however the fingers puzzling across my skull

Are leaving a trail behind as treacherous as Sherman's March to the sea 

And when I look it the mirror the lines inter-tangle and wrap around each other

To form the eerie shape of a mouth

Crooked and cracked 

And with every furrow of my confused brow

It seems to utter the words "trust me" 

Trust me it says 

Trust me 

Investing such emotion into my own cognitive processes is uncertain 

And something I rarely do

But maybe this time I can do it

Because she told me to 

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