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Dreams. Monsters.

I dream of bloodletting
Spilling it hot and sizzling on the sidewalk
I dream my beast into being
Make myself of boiling blood
Viscera that reaches and grasps
I am the thing in the dark
It is my cold breath on your hot cheek
I create myself
I let the blood
I become what they made me.
Posted 11/16/16
More post election emotional bloodletting. I haven't made it to hope yet.
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