Flake

 

Caught in the web of accepted unease

Spirit regarded as contagious disease

By a fear of death

Taboo to redress

‘Invincible tis I, I own the right to be’.

 

The rupture unbound by compressed emotion

While true notion of self is found in devotion

To truth, to breathing, to the bleeding

Leant yet unseen, through the unread mirror

Of projected screams.

 

Let the layers flake,

Confront our mistakes

Our worries, our woes.

The breadth of noise will tremor

Under the capacity for silence

For all that is and ever will be

Shall go.

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