in a cold blooded flood of
passion/anger/frustrated peace.
I didn't look back until I did.
I saw him rise
and he declared my victory lie.
Then I bled and my water fled
and I bowed to him that was dead.
That moment made of many lives
and weights pulling me to the ground.
There in the dirt I found the truth
and his flesh gave way to bone.
Time over time he dies.
My breath has never stopped.
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