Sadness all over,cold drops going down slowly,howling wind, screaming.
limbs, infused with lead,shuffle slowly,eyes mired in acidic refuse,refuse to focus,body clamours,louder than thoughts have ever beenbrain…
Your regret planted indesert cacti, in spiked inhalesthat cleaved your lungs.
You must cut across the bitterness
see beyond
Light; enter the den — waiting for salvation is torture for the meek,I suspect cornea widens in depth, frontal cortex announces relief,pleasure…
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Twenty-four stitches cast on,that should be enoughSix others wait their roundon the…