Rage
Lump in my throat and I can't cry,
Just quiet and serene but not sly,
My organs wrestling,
Bones stinging,
My brain is as vacant as a beggar's bowl,
Rage fuming, flaring the chaos,
Breathing becomes barbaric.
I'm burning and I'm burning and I'm burning,
Teary eyes may snap like buttons,
Evacuation necessary for the weak,
Who can't even speak despite the ability to speak.
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