That loathsome hill beckoned again.
Broken bodies remember uniquely.
Leveraged black rubber and combustion
engine cruelty still smashing my joints…
Relentless…
You inflict this pain through absence.
I know you’re aware. I needed this lesson.
The vortex you propagate tugs at a man’s
dwindling spirit.
Plotted, orchestrated, unfolding.
Freedom is suffering. Autonomous in despair.
I sit in silence, waiting for my future to
be decided by deniers of clear deficit.
You withheld. Such a disingenuous,
false promise making beast, shrouded
in irresistible flesh, asserting unfair disadvantage.
I’m soon to be starving and exposed to
unspeakable elements. You lie in wait…
Ready to devour me again. I’ve truly lost
the strength to induce the vomiting of liberation. Just digest me with intended permanence.
I’m tired.
Circle above your prey, my beautiful vulture. The putrefaction process has begun. It is your nature to feed.
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