Inevitability

Tearing lungs tearing mind

Broken heart broke in kind

The saltwater shimmers there

stinging every open wound

Ruby red and heaved with dread

Warmth filters through the veins only

to be poured out again

The distant crying of some sinner

Grinding teeth into dust and wringing

hands into bone

Watch him out of pleasure or boredom

It doesn’t matter that no one will help him

He does not want to be seen


Kayla Hanson

Voracious reader and semi-avid writer. https://delightedpessimist.wordpress.com/

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