run now! Quick!
run, blindly ran
through the jungle
cut and punctured
in this abrasive

rain forest chainsaw
and that rain....
that driving rain
shall always be
whip cracking me

run to where?
ran to where
my soul stripped bare
washed of all iniquity
each droplet, jubilant

tiny screams of release
pelting at my guilt
mirroring my defeat
and the rain didn't mind
there was an axe to grind*







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