After an
hour staring at my feet
Felt
hands squeezing the feelings
Out of
me, believing I owed them
The
truth
Deep in
me, only lie
Endless
pits of anger
Seething
through my eyes
Licking
on my teeth seeking
For a
chance to be freed
From me
As if I
am not already
Unified
with the rage
Weakened
by the plague
Sickened
by the taste of
The cold
blood running
In my
mouth
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