Smothering (the) Bogeys
The hot water trickles down
like an elixir on my frail form.
After removing my old mulch,
I no longer feel forlorn.
The Bell Jar hovers a few inches
above my head.
It may again suffocate me,
I carefully tread.
Like a young free maiden,
I run across the meadows.
Inhaling the sweet scents of
cherry blossoms and honey dews,
leaving behind the shadows.
I open my eyes and embrace
the utopian view.
Moments of bliss are serene
but there are only a few.
The warmth of my tresses
caresses me.
Evanescing my thoughts,
just leave me be.
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