this feels like a desert.
hot iron poured down my throat
and the blistered Fates wriggle their canopy of strings
before my face
as now yester(day) lay rotting inside my chest.
and upon asking God
"how am i supposed to be?"
the silence hollowed a deep crater inside of me
and i silently watched
as the aging devil sun began to cast shadows
longer
than the bloodtrail i left behind.
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