Under the incessant
Churn of the fan blades,
I found turmoil
Growing like hyacinths
In the pit of my soul
Inebriated by the moist
Tears that I failed to shed.
They crept at night,
And sprinted during the day
All over my skin
In calculated precision;
And it was then I realised
In the heat of that moment
Chaos had found
A new dwelling in me…

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