Seething
Seething
Bitter...oh yes
one would look upon hot eyes
as daggers, wrangled in mess
thirsty...
to watch blood pour
solemnly,
awaiting last breath
temples throbbing
anguish knashing at trouble
empty and wild
in my chest
insatiable desires
flesh in fires
unspeakable torture
distress
misfortune says nothing
of what
I confess
-M. Jacobs
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