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Nov 2014
let your grip on the reins
that tether your mind to reality
slide slightly
so that your knuckles return to flesh-tone
and your muscles no longer quiver with tension.

shoo your dreaded thoughts
and all of your misconceptions-
rob them of their home
nestled around your conscience
and leave them shivering outside on a cold night.

set fire to the wooden walls
that separate you
from everything you've ever dreamed of
and watch the flames lick up
and down the knotted panels.

but don't you scream
when the heat gets too much
and you feel your face flushing

because my jacket
will already be beating out
any remaining sparks.
Written by
C Frost
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