cuts

That feels like doom in my chest,

like a bullet through a vest,

an earth shattering sound,

armor piercing round,

 

breath comes in gasps,

why does sanity lapse?

decisions that were made,

without fear unafraid,

 

fool’s errand in the street,

walking barefoot on that heat,

shards of broken glass,

lacerations while I pass.

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