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I woke up to the sound of
nonstop
breathless screams
struggling to fight
and remain alive
that sound of pain
painted in vivid brushstrokes of blood
on the canvas of
someone's swollen throat
that sound
that acappella
you don't want it in your earphones
cutting hard
lacerating like dull knives
heads have been rolling
I'm just trying not to lose my own
the daylight reaches my legs
shadows drag me to bed alone
this morning
the moon took me to the sea
she told me to dip my feet in waters
yet she didn't keep an eye on me
there I was, diving in
still learning how to swim
and I wake up
soaked
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