I'm a stampede
of constant edits
on sentence won't
hold for my wrath
more black smooth
words hit floor
become red
bleed and disappear
forever
I am a guilty
executioner,
I ignore my mother
family friends
left in the dust of
history with only
words and burning
paper around me
I am cloaked in
half-dead dreams
I gasp for
air
asking,
"What is left to give?"
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