react / ion
god, how i pined for the rain;
how i wrote anthologies of desecration,
my hometown cracked like a skull split into
incomprehensible splinters. the glass cries tears
of beguiling gold; if only i had bewitched the
carnal golden sands into staying. if only
the anatomy of me had forgiven the frayed
strands of nothingness crooning from
hot-wired eulogies. i wanted solace,
no matter how vicious, how volatile, how
chest-numbingly tranquil.
no matter how
lonely.
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