my chest cracks open 
breast bone splinters
poltergeist pulses 
from the ruby 
in the centre of its cage 
shatters – 
a million shards of me 
droplets flicker 
to the floor 
pain rains from me 
blood red rivers run 
reflecting the moons majesty 
the irony, 
my incapable innards on display 
not worthy of its shimmer
from the skies 
i salute its beauty with screams 
chin tilted to the clouds 
bellowing excruciation, 
the emaciation of my spirit 
and i cry 
and i sob 
i shake
and i roar 
i’m carried in the echoes 
of the storm 
and no one hears 
a thing… 

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