Eat it, if you desire to give a damn.
Let it burn, writhing down your throat to find a home behind your ribs.
Maintain it there
with a sound breath, an ember to ignite. It is
a fierce beast, to rage for you in times beyond adrenaline,
when the knife your hand grips won’t suffice,
but the ardent screams from below your throat will.
Raw emotions pulse in nascent power, and
the explosion in your chest begs
to find form and rise and fight.
Don’t let it devour you!
lest the spark for which you endure collapses,
as one with your soul – red string bound between you, searing...
(How could you then fade lacking regrets?)
Seal your wraith in strokes firm and wide with your own tears
and hysteric blood to prove your resolve,
to secure your promise,
to assure your intentions.
An internal madness,
the consequence of partiality,
a flaming ire, blazing, enraged!
when the people we love
need us.
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