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Breaker

Posted on April 9, 2019April 24, 2019 by Torrey

I have
run down
a beast
of my own
Faustian
desires.

I must slice open
its jaw,
and rip the bone from it-
Append it to my own.
–
Currents forced my fingers into place
and I did what they said.

Chasms in my life
that were filled by sod
and spit.

What bargains they hawk:
of divine intervention
and malignancy

I’ll gladly swallow
your sins
and grind them into something
I can digest.

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