A time
spent hidden.
Walls around erected to keep
my soul
soaking in the
shivering, sweat, tears
of brute
despair.
Unruly beastly resistance
spears
unto the soft tissue
of my scared heart.
Waves
of crimson
lulled milk
spill over
the pale skin
of a dying
corpse.
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