cNutgroist

i sit and stare at this blank page
the gap within is like my rage
wide and still as if to say
"I will not let you get away"

unfocused on the time ahead
a cancered stomach must be fed
no matter that it hurts so much
mind not this nobbled, hobbling crutch

"you havent got a leg to lean on
now roll your eyes toward the floor
begin the end of what you've begun
get out! now! go find the door!"


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