Essential CompulsionA Poem by AriIs what we need really what we need?
My mind,
The calamity; Convulsion. I need to escape. My body, Plagued, And frantic. I need to run. My heart, Mutilated, Until ruptured. I need an alternative. My throat, Substantial, Silenced. I need another box. I need! I need.... I need? I need. To no avail. © 2012 Ari |
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