Yearning for arson and healed wounds.

Staring at the wall,

yearning for arson

to turn my head inside out,

to saw at my lungs,

to hiss and spit and claw at the nothing...

the open air.

Always the first

to attack the vacancy

of healed wounds.

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Jerry *****'s picture

I like the open ended nature of this piece. Well done.

-J