Hell’s Meal

Rage
Sub­sumed just below the skin
Leaks out in dribs and drabs

Screams against the traffic

Clenched at unre­li­able friends

Real­ity grates
Tears away
Leaves bro­ken ripped and torn

And with each light brush
Bits or raw flesh
Fall free

Food to sea­son Hell’s meal

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