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Feb 5
fight club rage consuming—
circle breathes (tightens),
pavement whispers—skin’s
delicate scream unwinding.

(fists) crash
into self-destruction,
blood sings
its red forever.

hate carves itself into fists,
teeth scatter
like stars (broken
and free). voices
rise/fall:
a hymn to
becoming.

eyes (swim)
in dizzy skies,
head a fragile
planet turning turning.

rage blooms into meditation.
splits heal to split again,
knuckles learning the
art of (necessary) undoing.

the world shrinks to
bone & breath,
a body alive
only in breaking.
It's funny how anger can give you a rush of adrenaline I was exhausted but now I'm fuming.
Emma
Written by
Emma  F/Malta
(F/Malta)   
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