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There are horrors here

mutilations of mutiny

in every word you sow

There are horrors, whiled realizations

that haunt my soul

A briar that adheres through

the gaping, seeping stitches that beg,

Will you ever let go?

And it is this discovery

that I am

just

words that never lived,

a fire that never burned,

a past that never happened.

I am nothing that really

is,

true to it’s word,

and I will be nothing

again and again.

I will be not a return

nor ascending

only horror

A horror you never let go