I know the animal crawling in your

gut, the keening mouth wrecked
against a savage heart.  A body scraped
raw, galvanized and feral.
The misguided fervor of gnawing chains;
let’s grind this faith into a weapon,
an edge to release.  A rapture of blood

and loss until we let go.  Unburdened

and naked of constraint, a knife,
a flame, a hunger free in the night.





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