Broken Record
By Anne-Marie Silbiger
This melancholia.
This grazing on fear alone.
This idle wind blowing loss into my bones.
This grieving,
day in, day out.
This heart in smithereens.
This sadness.
Madness.
Mayhem.
This is my album.
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