Remedy

Soak into my flesh like the first rain of summer
Absorbing into my cracked asphalt surface
Quenching all the crumbling pieces with dewy affections

Oil upon canvas sheets
Slither and drip lazily
Fulfilling me wherever I feel blank

Empty space ridden heart
Homeostasis for colorful words and art
Bandaids for wounds which still itch and ache

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