Hook, line, sinker pulling cords wrench out my heart
Look back, a little slack and think, "That wasn't smart."
Pervading puncture, riving talon, barefoot monotone
That's what it's like to be a wandering person all alone

Push through, break out, sever, look at what you've done
Scoff and shudder, bite and bleed and mutter, "This is fun."
Scraping, sutured, raw compressions, knife-on-bone and then
Writhe and suffer, chewed-up, torn-up, "Don't do that again."

Strained, succumb to all the pressure, shredded, mangled, ripped
My tender soul-flesh rent asunder; lacerated lips
Taste of blood like stone in water, cutting teeth within
Ragged remnant of myself in tattered, shaven skin.

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