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Tear my chest apart.

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By RAOMPublished 20 days ago 1 min read

They tore my chest apart.

The nails of the slimy spider

that searches for victory.

A blessing and a curse for those who seek

the truth in other scriptures.

Take me with you,

sweet sun, savior.

Do not leave me alone

and debased.

Fire to burn every word

of hatred from my weary

soul.

My tears run like rain.

And the paint is blood on my lips.

Why so many restrictions?

Why so many prisons?

Why not be?

Why not become?

Leave me in peace, mad desire.

I don’t want anymore.

I want you to be.

Me.

I want peace.

One small moment.

From your moment.

Sun.

Ekphrastic

About the Creator

RAOM

Turn every second into a moment of happiness.

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  • Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin20 days ago

    And so it is that we often feel trapped by norms and truths...we find it so hard to find ourselves. Feeling this today.

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