run screaming into the woods at night
branches lash across my naked body
penance for foolishness and ignorance
emerge on the other side drenched
stinking of blood and sweat
sinking in the mud i create
diving into the ravine that’s been dry for years
hitting the bottom in a crashing sound
of a bag of bones finally cracking under its own weight
no blood, no sound, no more excuses
no trace of dirt, the plunge is cleansing.
bleached white spot of earth where nothing will grow
my death that cleansed me is the same
cause of all else. my grave will be
muddy forever. no flowers. no grass.
no life, no getting on with anything.
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