I need an intervention.

I need surgery. There is something wrong, water cascades down my cheeks at the slightest thought. Today it was a rainbow, a small, tucked between two sets of clouds, sweet spectrum of delight. Where I stood my little finger was bigger as I held it up to measure. It was there.

Today it wasn’t just the rainbow. It was many things that I cannot write about. It was memories. It was present. It was future imperfect. Mother hen frustration as a fox slaughtered chicks. Deep rooted helplessness. And then the rainbow reminded me of a long ago binding agreement. And although I had been doing it all day, I prayed a new prayer. Standing in the sight of the variegated hues I asked for more. 

I need surgery to remove the dampness from my cheeks, my neck, salt stained my t-shirt. My eyes feel ever so puffed, distorted by this reviled, ridiculous inability to stop the waterfall.

I need a divine intervention, transcendent surgery of a broken heart.

I could do with some verbal articulation too but… One thing at a time 

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