react / ion

god, how i pined for the rain;

how i wrote anthologies of desecration,

my hometown cracked like a skull split into

incomprehensible splinters. the glass cries tears

of beguiling gold; if only i had bewitched the

carnal golden sands into staying. if only

the anatomy of me had forgiven the frayed

strands of nothingness crooning from

hot-wired eulogies. i wanted solace,

no matter how vicious, how volatile, how

chest-numbingly tranquil.

no matter how

lonely.

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