Burning sensation.
Filling me now.
I've got to break this hold on me, some way.
Somehow.
I'm wounded like an animal shot in the hunt.
Out of breath, barely holding on.
Jilted with purpose.
Slaughtered by meaning.
I'm wishing that I just gave into the screaming.
My life is a gash, left on the leg.
Scrapes on the knees-
With no Band-aid.
