The dark cloud looms like a harrowing expletive leaping from your mouth in violent rhetoric— besieged in the prison of your cold silence I pretend to ignore this brutality of practice— brutality in practice/ held like a captive— one day captured/ held in a dark cell stone-walled/ depression/ cold walls of hell banishment/ containment/ clinging to my flesh leeching emotion/ cradled affection/ longing for long moments quartered/ drawn/ executed—one by one with pinpoint precision.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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