Cornelia Ceilings

Rookie (5/11/21 / Outer Mongolia)

The Broken Shoulder

Soporific, transient images float;
the shooting pain keeps me vivid
as Delauney, except my palette is
pain not paint. The limp head hangs
like an adolescent on a saturday.
My shoulder hurts.

I am lost in the corridors of my mind;
there are no signs left;

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