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[fuckatharsis]

While the grass’ grapple tightened,
As did the sky stained clothes upon my hips,
And rendered I to rapture,
Because lightning pulsed in my veins
And water finally poured through cheeked trench,



And it is in this repose,
That sky tore my lip,
And I forgot to choke
While it soothed my scarred flesh,
I committed myself to its deph,
Because these fragments held me closer than I would permit,
And steadied my heart to the rhythm of its shattered glass,

And in the embrace of this woven niche
The sky appears infinite shed of its skin,
And I wish that these blades would disperse
So that this rain would sweep and fill,

And I alone would ascend drifting, as
An island no one could swim to.