A disorganized state of mind
spills its contents:
negativity, fear, insecurity
each emotional purge
a cleansing relief.
You empty yourself
to fill the emptiness
absentmindedly cleaning the mess
while admiring your sunken cheeks.
The sponge absorbs it all,
bright yellow stained dark.
You see it as
a smallness in the palm of your hand,
not realizing
what
or who
it actually is.