photograph this.

at ceaseless rage

soft scarring calls

in burning

jagged hope

of maybe then

ill see the wounds

lain loose of

rules and rope

at scalding point

in bleeding rage

and heaving

mourning tears

i grab tight to

mans weakened ribs

and drown

in empty fears

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