Its Horrendous Strength


Candystriped gallows faltering
in winded dirt, faultlines unearthing
                              broken utterances.
No, my mouth isn’t bleeding!
None of me is bleeding! Please believe
me when I say it! Some masterful
clenching of the gut spins nausea
through the bones, blame shouldered,
ribcaged in a frightening shroud
spread through a thousand yard stare.
                   Is anything ever really
that interesting?
No, more threatening than anything,
what an oppressive place to be born,
                   a fist continually closing
       ready to express
                      its horrendous strength –

-r. miller


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