Preoccupied

Preoccupied 

By Allie Marie


I survive by preoccupation,

words settled in fine print,

fear by the silence.

I’m like a teardrop

lost in the ocean.

I’ve hidden what I’ve spoken.

I take what is mine like

sand on the shore

fallen between my hands.

A beautiful burning sun

warms  my world 

and scars my skin.

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