Stuck
Singing a lament of answers
In the rain of pooling tears.
Experiencing someone stomp
In the puddle of my raindrops.
Twitching when they shoot electrical impulses through my body
Feeling the liquid burning my flesh, tasting the acidity.
Now they have numbed me
Yet the memory of pain is extreme.
But I can feel the blood draining down
Dripping as I drown.
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