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
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