Fruitful claws scraping against
the tired steel. Chomping down
chopped wood on regretful
teeth. Cutting the skin
deep enough for that
sweet
sweet release.
Don’t run away.
I came when you called
and you left me stranded
in a freezing puddle
of your sins.
Answer back when
I paddle across this
icy lake chanting
to an endless screech
drumming at the bottom
of the water.
Beautiful…
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