Almost 3am

by - August 06, 2016

Catalyst of spontaneous combustion.
Letting go of these pathetic erratic emotions.

Lambasted. Rejected. Betrayed.
Peel what’s underneath my skin.

Alas! you can not slay the hidden stealth within.
I creep, crawl, walk.

Run, fly, burst.
This flare… grown instead of broken.

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