Narayan

We have to, eventually, get out of here.

Bellies gorged like puss filled lumps

Swelling out of our bodies and flesh.

But our skin will never peel far enough.

Exposure; breaking down of composure until

Everything we were taught to know

Is over.

Moments moving further into silence,

Silence moving further into violence,

Shouldn’t we be pushing

For something more important.

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