i feel like someone
is trying to pry open my ribcage
with a crowbar
like the doors to a closed bar
ready and wanting to drink in the rage
sitting in my heart
the only question is:
will they reach it before I die
and anger flows out of my body
on the wings of relief?
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 11:57 PM UTC
i feel like someone
is trying to pry open my ribcage
with a crowbar
like the doors to a closed bar
ready and wanting to drink in the rage
sitting in my heart
the only question is:
will they reach it before I die
and anger flows out of my body
on the wings of relief?
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