Portals To Another World

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    Plant pots filled with still water
    The leaves scattered around the base
    The crystal cracked but holding together
    The mirrors all faded but you can still see the memories in them
    Pressed flowers in rounded glass
    Raised voices with concealed compliments
    Cradle the book in your arms for it's your only way out
    Blink and the plant pot is being flung at the wall
    Pain causes insecurity, you think it's all about you
    11th your only hope, please tell me it's not all in my head
    I couldn't deal with pain on my own for another year
    A hand tearing it's way past my ribs, set my face into calm
    I'm all good, just the chest pain, just. Just.
    The plant pot gathers itself up and moves backwards
    Setting itself down on the sideboard
    The leaves all float up and join the dead branches