if i dump it
fresh
blood wet
with pulse
i cant leave it
to bleed
into the page
i must
mop it
clean it
mend it
prop it
before
i drive
the sharpened
goose quill
into flesh
and wait for
screams
Surely we are all mad people, and they "whom we think are, are not" The Revengers Tragedy
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