mykel

bittersweetness wraps around me
a mummy of regret
i'm wafer-thin
all bones and linen
i haven't gotten used to it yet

an inner calm permeates me
an ocean made of tears
i am fluid
both warm and cool
i'm just getting over my tears

growth is sprouting from me
brand-new and strong
a blossom of sweetness
i'm almost young
i've gotten used to being wrong

update: I just had a weird deja vu moment. Awesome.