Written 11/22/25
I went on a run one day when confused and angry, ran so hard i vomitted. Wrote this following that experience.
Cradled in a crib Twine whiskers and spit A fissure between every footstep nails impaled into wrinkled palms As I gesture in the stiffend stance of “I don’t know” And ran crucified like martyred puppets on invisible string At a horrifying pace, shoes sloshing with blood beneath the lace
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