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Mason Maze Poem
Knifes out pointed at us,
Surrounded
Spears out,
To hunt us down,
Build your pyre,
Light the fire,
Screams.
You hold your knife at me,
But I’m not your meal,
You just needed fresh meat.
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Mason Maze Poem
Feel hurt.
Deep in my chest,
like a sword that cuts into my ribcage,
Rips me open,
Fear trapped,
cold insistent,
persistent,
Heart,
that beats fast, while I close my eyes
And I try to sleep,
But inside I want to scream.
With the rage of the storm,
in a dark sky full of lightning,
Full of fury,
Tears stream,
Wet face, bad dreams,
Paws that claw at my lungs,
Knots, rocks,
Snarly clump,
Lump, in my throat,
I choke.
Copyright © Mason Maze | Year Posted 2025
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