Sponge painting

sponge painting

Grabbed my chest

started sponge painting

my heart appeared

in swirls.

I paused for a moment

to hear

sounds escape from the canvas

long held inside.

Amazing how I heard

words long forgotten, some

by mistake.

I squeeze the sponge

watch as my heart drips

moments stored away

but now in gray.

Grabbing my chest

as the pain explodes

red

on a canvas

again.

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