shackle

screw the tempest screaming
the scalding storm inside

no quarter for the trespass
no parcel dark to hide

kiss so hard the madness
its wicked scratching laugh

cracks the rock beneath
and splits the love in half

yearn a different way
no gnash and snarl wide

but blood in here belongs
to things that live inside

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