Caleb Pendleton · Oct 17, 2011
crisis

the alarms are not sounding
the cops aren’t being called
the world won’t even notice

but there’s a crisis of my being today
and it’s consuming
and burning
and it’s
eating
my
soul

there’s a fire licking at my tender flesh
and I have no interest in extinguishing it

 
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