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  • my eyeballs become veiny and dry.
    "why?" they scream at me. "why?"
    my seers mocking me with ontological inquiries I do not know the answer to.
    or perhaps, it is an insidioius manifestation of my mind that is wailing -
    that seems to happen altogether too often.
    the close knit lines of empty text blend and merge as my bleeding eyes gaze,
    it stains the whole page
    black black black
    and the black spreads and flows now off the page and threatens to swallow

    blink: once, twice.
    look dazedly down at the blood stains on my white white clothes.
    hear the screams of my brothers and sisters and gods as the shell fragment lodges deeper into my cavernous chest and
    growing hot, scalding hot, singeing and melting the frayed edges of
    innermost me.

    curl around the burning sphere
    nestled next to your heart and just above your ego.
    curl up and into yourself and nurse that stinging pain because
    it's yours, goddamnit, and it's eating away at you.
    keep it quiet, tucked away behind your conscience and take it out during the secret hours of the night
    to contemplate the world and
    cry and sing and sigh
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