blood, tendon, sinew
screaming until my lungs collapse
yet still feel nothing
hey y'all. new poem is here. still freeform with no rhyme scheme, no meter, we ball.
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i wanna bear the metal pipe
pierce my throat to see it burst
blood, tendon, sinew
screaming until my lungs collapse
yet still feel nothing
unable to make a noise
as i drown
in a valley of my making
my flesh is my prison
my pulse is the lock
life is a maze with no doors
futile prayer beads
over slits of red river flowing
meaningless hope
there is no end
to my own torture
anyway im very safe and sane lol i promise...
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