I love the destroyed
The broken and the bloodied
The matted and the maimed
And I love the destroying
The setting aflame and the breaking apart
I love seeing a crack knowing it’ll come easier
A rip knowing it will tear
And I’ve been in $17 sweatpants since Friday
Metaphorically I’m back on an air mattress at my uncles
And he’s close to death and I’m refraining from the
Pick your own poison and place it here
But it’s always short lived
A return to evil feels much needed
All the illness at peak performance
I can’t outrun the ocean, or the waves, or fear or even unrest
I can dive in it and become undone
Get out and get put back together
Made whole
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