i am but the shattered hourglass sediment pouring out sentimental bandages covering self inflicted bulletholes created in clandestine bathrooms with convex mirrors inside of my dilapidated chamber of electrified synapses the routine buried in the sand slipping through my unsteady hands trying to stop the bleeding cycle patchworked therapy and affirmations luke warm healing but i'm trapped in the frame. "Hourglass" by Su-Ling Dickinson poetry