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Outside In

In response to Wild Flower’s prompt

1.
Lead, the state of my body,
from collapsed eye lid shingle,
to numb face plains,
reaching immovable slag-hill limbs

2.
Locked, the vaults of my thoughts,
behind titanium doors;
serviced by broken keys;
encrypted by dimness, regret

3.
See body and thoughts habitually war,
haplessly reforming in collapsed trenches,
throttling sentience in deathly charges;
retreating just to reenact, reenact, react…