Visceral

To sink my teeth into it,
To hear the sound of flesh tear and rend,
Visceral,
Solid,
Filling,
Enough,
Finally… finally enough.
Till it grows soft,
Until it dissolves,
Empty,
Only to find,
Only to find,
The weight of the rock upon my palm,
Jagged lines becoming my teeth,
Broken,
While others sharpened theirs with apathy.
I smell it,
That acrid smoke,
The fragments of my tools shattered,
Glinting in the Sun,
There will never be peace,
Not for me,
There will never be…
There will never be…
God… could there ever be?
There will never be…
There will never be…
I didnt want,
I didnt ask,
I swallow the stone,
No longer care if I choke,
That I finally might feel some type of weight,
That I can finally be…
There will never be….
Will there ever be?

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