A Challenge I / XVI




A Challenge

I / XVI poetry stories
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Define the symptom without the cause
A new direction, a purge, a directive

A Challenge I / XVI

Define the symptom without the cause A new direction, a purge, a directive

Crushing desolation, visceral like my intestines warping into wild shapes. Origami stomach lining that might Pierce through my abdomen. All I can take

All I can manage, is a low whimper, Clinging to my throat and gums for the fear Of a howl full of desperate anger, Of a truth, a fruitless lie, boiling near

The point of no return. My body tries To collapse beneath me, to cave in on Itself, But a mind with red, bloodied eyes. can't defeat what biology has won.

Define the symptom but without the cause. If the door is closed, so too is the loss.

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