but instead writing overwhelms me tirelessly these words my suffering and my liberation stitching up the dagger in my mind with ellipses and dashes as i destroy everything i once was taking the first step to shift pain into power evolution and recreation this is the only way to survive to spin old lies into new ones pretend life is a moving prayer a poetic act of worship a sacred revelation art reborn so i say i’ve been blessed with rage with beauty and pain i tell myself cannot be weak no longer drown in the deep no more suffocating within my body lifting the veil to reveal the sinister perfection of an empty, hollow, shallow throat writing tears me apart limb by limb her fury is agonosing engulfing every inch of me yet i continue to write i write, i write, i write.
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