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Burn

Burning My skin is burning Soul is on fire Eyelids full of red Angry More angry than to use an adjective Rage seeps through my eye balls Toes curl I've been pickling this rage In rusty jars For too long Now it is sour and ripe My dreams are saturated with tiny angry me Running everywhere uncontrollably Jumping off cliffs of fear Hello foolishness It's me Nothing beneath my broken feet No beat in my shattered heart Children take aim at me Adults stand still While my corps Is dragged in the streets

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Book: Shattered Sighs