Overflowing. Need to lock
it away some days.
It has returned, hurt because
I abandoned my peculiar ways.
Ensnare these wayward hands in
harmful play and poisoning
my throat to hinder the
insight of what to say.
Underwhelming. Need
what's been separated.
Burn it always and today,
not a host for the wicked
to keep sedated.
Open what was locked,
overpowered by warmth
that will stay.
©sea_king
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