the cold
covers your eyes painted
black eye shadow
blood in the gallows
flail into the night
like rain
dragging on this pain
banging on my door
searching for more
take this flashlight
search the floors
under the faucet
behind these drawers
find the pain you need
so much
take this blade so rough
drag our faces in the dirt
like chain link fences
shaking
making it so much
easier
to run into the night
crying
with no need to look back
shaking so scared
running
into a blackhole
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