You see the cursor,
Blinking,
Waiting,
Waiting for your trembling fingers to bleed on paper
To spill the blood leaking of wounds
Wounds from savage vines gripping your heart in bitter whisper
Searing hot,
They rive its flesh.
A Wind,
An aloof arctic wind,
As if it hadn't once encountered confinement,
Its giggling caresses, like honey dripping from your lips
Melting away the demons,
Liberating your lungs from their clutches.
Sweet air gushing into your scorched veins
Sweet laughter warming your starved belly
Tears flood through the barren cracks of your face
Tears of deathless gratitude
Tears of sobbing relief
Tears of ignited hope
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