let it in

rain settles in.

dank,

organic

breath of steam.

 

i spit out my life:

sweet,

sweet beginnings to

transient ends.

 

blessed,

raw,

unhindered script;

 

red ink in my hand:

drip.

drip.

drip.

 

locate the groove,

let it hit.

it’s a hell of a chore.

 

fog fills the space

your name didn’t fit.

 

civil wars down;

impels more to come.

feel a new one begin.

 

listen to me scream,

 

let it,

let it,

let it in.

This poem is about: 
Me
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