I came forcing, plunging
myself in to dirt.
I left their eyes to satirize
climactic birth,
that widened and spilt out
a river of guts,
that made the eyes dilate
and river run with rust.
I knew that the tide would
soon begin to turn,
and bring and emptiness
that made my stomach burn,
and swell up, retreat in to
solubility.
It spits black out on the ground.
I left my little toy
with fear and sounds of lore,
I left him once again.
And I left my little joy,
with fear and guilt galore.
I left my little toy.
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