the words i swallowed

soaked in alarm

clock shock

the words stuck

in my throat try to

sucker punch –

try to gnaw deeper

into the hallowing bones

that are named

as my own.

the itch throughout

spreads like a fire.

Down the drain

the water moves

circling temper,

catching scorching

hot hatred.

purging the darkness only

to find my eyes

starless and empty

like the nights before.

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