cauterize
im sad. and confused. troubled little girl. walk among the normal people. curious observer. faucet that wont turn off. welling up, flowing down, ocean of salty hurt. the umbilical cord of my hearts been severed since its birth and never fully healed. it floats around aimlessly, seeking connection, nourishment. like the little bird that couldnt find its mother. grasping in the dark, unaware that its blind since it knows no better. it wants to know better but doesnt know how. latches, can never fully grasp, has to let go, the rupture leaks, salty wound. lifeblood spilling to the floor. weeping for what it couldnt hold tight. but it knows better. it wasnt the hold, it was the connection. still it falls. throughout, always yearning, reaching out for that which in its blindness it recognizes as the puzzle piece to itself, but cannot find. only sense vauge-like. newborn reaching for the light. it brushes past, the contact sears. sends fire to the heart that cauterizes the wound before reopening it. slippery surface, no way to grasp, no way to touch for more than a moment. then it falls, falls, yet again. drip, drip dripping faucet with a broken handle.