Monday-n–To Fear Another Week

The blood,
Leaks from my heart,
Like a broken tap.
It pools,
In the pit,
Of my stomach,
And fills me up.

Hurt is temporary;
Pain is too.
The memory,
Shall live on.
The nightmare,
Shall recur.

Houses are full;
Minds are empty;
Words are cheap.

This hurt shall prevail.
It will survive entropy.
An irresistible force.
Nothing temporary,
About this sensation.
We were warned.
Didn’t listen.
Now it has us,
Where it wants us.

Helicopter dick!

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