…as if an abyss opened beneath my feet this goddamn silence is the most painful grating if rusted nails across an already anemic soul left in tatters

tetanus shots by the thousands like shotgun shells to the sternum this ache is why i have adopted the weeping willow stance as the ground quakes around me

sympathetic meanderings of ravens with razor blade talons stripping flesh in a frenzy, one pound was not enough payment for hurt rendered

let the fucking earth swallow me if it means an end to this constant cycle of vitriol and damage, let the tattered pieces fly into the dumpster fire of yesterday…