Justice

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Lavender crystal beads
Coalesce within my bosom,
Yet, no magical apparitions rise.

Beads of agony, beads of shame,
Variegated colours leaking
Into each other, mingling, dangling.

How does trauma take shape?
Disintegrating thoughts and actions,
Forgetting where they belong!

There is no one answer to justice,
You find yours, you keep yours,
Until it meddles with your existence.

Then, you tear it apart,
Cut it open, and let it bleed,
Till your desires are fulfilled,
till you are filled to the brim.