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Fury

October 20, 2017
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Oven

Only when I am finally and irrevocably
awake
Do I sweep up my mistakes and
Bundle them into the oven where
I watch them shrivel and
Dance
And shrink.

I listen to their gasps and
Screams
And bathe in their
Arid aroma,
Shaking
My head,

My heart hurting.

 

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