From "Blood Poems for the Death Penguin" by Zeylan

untitled #6           

Rising up, in a haven of dust and gray
warmth trickling beginning at my knees
comsuming me as it rises
Until it reaches my head
and engulfs it within me
I am a slave to it
here my one savior
I cannot find it
a fury detatched
The pain is
but a small
glimpse
of love
and I
offer
it to
only
you.

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