The Clench
Rage rumbles in the cavity
Of my chest
I crave anything but solution
I am too burnt for tears
They tell me I can choose the way I feel
They tell me like they know
But they can't feel
The clench
At 4 AM
The wide-eyed bitter
Of a low goodbye
And a never-ending inhale
August 31, 2017
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