The Beginning Always Comes First

In this incessant whirlpool

Whispers and screams whip around my cloak

Shred it.

A night terror in the dead of day,

These seven billion others

As fragile as us.

Up the staircase

Faster and higher.

Watch your step, too late.

This is all just a withdrawal symptom.

Come on then, cut me

You know you want to.

No new space for more scars.

You’ll just have to carve over one of the old ones.

And if I may ask,

Would you please show us those marvelous claws of yours?

I know martial arts for self defense

And yet life still kicked seven shades of shit out of me.

And grinned with green teeth, not yet content

And kicked seven more.

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