is an open wound. untended,
left to gnaw. Being awake
demands an emotion. Pain
is a feeling, i remind myself
as i scratch the gash wider
and set out to fall asleep to
the rhythm of dripping blood.
The time between our wakings
is an old battle. tumultuous,
rent asunder. Being oblivious
demands a disposition. Escapism
is a state of mind, i tell myself
as i armour up in austerity
and hope to stay up against
the faint echo of the war cry.
is an old battle. tumultuous,
rent asunder. Being oblivious
demands a disposition. Escapism
is a state of mind, i tell myself
as i armour up in austerity
and hope to stay up against
the faint echo of the war cry.
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