pain

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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