my brain is a raisin in the sun today, the words have squeezed until nothing is left inside my skull but the rattling of insignificance

my heart stammers, my tongue twists, i am letting it all build to a stuttering climax before unleashing them on an unsuspecting world

the release i require is unrelenting in need yet not forthcoming so all i can do is spasm in the mud of another too hot morning

take this burden from my weary soul, let it cascade like niagra across your willing form so that the constant ache can numb itself back into the knot in my spine

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