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Rahman Jan 2021
Dead breath came from aching fingers dancing to break barriers in my throat.
Sweetly I choked comfortably on my sadist pleasure...
Each sting was warm and still too kind.
I’d do it again and I’ll gladly pay that fine.
Hair fell swiftly like leaves in autumn...
I was a fool to know this was my rock bottom.
And still I exhale punishment for my grievous crimes
For someone who will never be satisfied.
Rahman Oct 2018
I nailed my tongue to my heart.
But still it dances and salts every wound with unbridled stirring.  
In mocking my regret, he steals my speech.
Rahman Apr 2018
Love came in a needle.
We held hands.
We flew and touched heaven.
We'd lay in the stars that God made.
It was my forever and it covered my ungraceful solitude.
But soon it was demanding.
So I gave my shell to swine.
I had hoped for the fulfillment of their promise.
And so it came...
But at the expense of a child I will never see or know again.
And so I stand in a mirror tracking the steps of a grief stricken shadow as it comes closer to the exit that none but I can bear to find and love. Fate did lead me here. By so accepting the dare to face my friend gladly, I find freedom.

— The End —