Sending desolate sparks
that fire – midday
brief jubilee
Madness lies here.
Gold shines ahead
you see glitter
Gnawing, pawing rutting cutting
you tear me with silence.
Goad, grieve, rend, cleave
your wail of woe
Feeding your fear.
Anger hastened leads
me inward
Accustomed to gloom and
murk those tendrils tighten
And I join your amicable
misery
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