cataclysmic

a poem

the hurt i am holding onto

is verging on cataclysmic.

it has ripped through my rib

cage, broken it into bits,

and laid them before me like

fallen barricades.

it has scorned my soul and forged

a path of violent destruction

deep beneath my bones,

between my veins,

setting ablaze my raging storm

of a heart.

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and heaven help me when they clash.

when the wind meets the blood,

and blood the burning flame,

when i am near slain,

just leave my battered body

in the wake of that disaster.

let the weeds devour

all that remains of me,

like the wind, like the flames did,

let them return me

to the eye of the storm.

there, i will catch fire

again.

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