Un-fetter

There’s a gnawing pain  That dances in cinders  Whirling in chains  The dance of the fire  To the blood drum  An ember unchained  Inching its way to the mouth of the furnace  Soot  Smoke  Tar  Does it make its way out?  That is not for me to say. Advertisements

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There’s a constant buzzing inside my head I can’t swat it  This buzzing traces the ends of my brain cells and travels to the tips of my loose strands of hair  They hang loosely  Not in expectation of you  But in the weariness of your presence  You’re weighing me down with your fetters  The hand,the … More Red