hell is a gift given by insomnial radiation

i wrap razor wire
around my own
hazel insecurities
carve out
notches for each
demon residing
in this vessel
of saturated pain
amethyst flashes
in the midst
of another insipid
blinded by dream
a regurgitated
hellscape of
lonely nightmares.

nothing more than
shards of broken
stained glass refrains
never beautiful
never whole
a slick of sick
seeping deeply
into the fibers
of threadbare
carpet bombing runs
over the desolate
memories of hope
buried under the
rubble of adorations
long collapsed
by subtle disinterest.

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