Ancient burden
Hephastus hurlin'
Three dogs' heads staring at
my notched hunch growing
Raised eyebrow
Low stoop now
Hell's gates guarded
with an iron cross
Manuever trying
the current pulling
my feet are flailing
the stool is wobbling
my hearbeat shatters
the ribs a cage
birds are fluttering
at five in the morning
psychos laughing
my fingers trembling
the pen is quivering
in my hand
Catharis overload
the alchemist was right
wisdom doesnt come with age
it comes overnight
so i swallow the pills he gave me
and lean back on my pillow
naked and frustated
and dead to the world
Author notes
my own personal catharis and nothing else
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