In the ink of me
Ache
Broken sieve cannot sort
Gold dust from coal
Scales with holes
Weigh the same
I can’t withhold
What erupts from my being
Swarm tornado riddled with pain
Cannot be contained
It is
Floods from me
I don’t have the strength to fight it
Rips through my body
I just let it
Let it storm it’s way through my defenses
To be seen
To be heard
To feel
Cataclysmic revolt
Demands my audience
It’s time I comply.

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