Days Like Today 

It’s days like today

when the world seems

to spit fire between its

teeth and crusty sleep

the shape of men fall

from the pits it calls

it’s eyes preaching sour

milk and stewed rabbits

pissing on the fires and making

then grow into furious monsters,

that I hate myself,

locked in a battle of wings and

rotting carcasses that litter

desolation with ancient pain

that only my blood seems to

know and understand,

a tale so old that it’s

etched in the fields of

the dormant mind like

a bomb about to explode

just waiting

for the right trigger to

ignite the storm and

maybe then the battle

will tip sides in my favor

and I will no longer have

to sit through

days like today


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