Smudged Light

People pay fortunes

to get well

all it takes me is

some tea, 

the sound of music which

leads my heart beat,

and candles,

that tickle my senses. 

That is all it takes

for me to start over.

The air smells of fear,

as it is being

sucked out of my detoxed body

It is slowly burning,

like those candles giving me light

 

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