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“When You’re Grieving You’re a Flailing Thing”

I grew a spot on my heart.

Blackens the way you see me.

Flips my kilter.

Makes me mean.

But mine is a righteous claw-

guts only the ones that earned it.

Devilkins

Usurers

Cutmen

Tragic hellbound losers

Rabid dogs.

You know, when you’re grieving you’re a flailing thing

Sunlit bellyup pilot whale in the yellow sand

Going bad in the heat.