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20 Jul

She grabs me by the shoulder

and shakes me up,

to make sweet music

from the clatter of teeth.

Her claws leave bruises,

maps of despair,

that spread, sprawl, stain

across the dark continent that is my body.

Hair ripped out, lips split open,

fingers clenched

into fists of desperation,

I claw back

at her sneering mouth,

foaming bile burning my feet,

devouring my spirit

and what’s left of my resolve.

Life and I, we were once fast friends.