day 100 . blood, sweat, tears. part III.

more liquid destruction.
i feel the pumping heart inside my chest.
a kind of a dub step rhythm.
.
loud gulp echoes inside.
dark past tries to interfere again.
to sneak in regret.
.
not this time.
i’m all out of regrets.
embracing shimmering rage.
.
sun rays piercing through the tiny window.
directly into my eyeballs.
i can’t see them but i can feel the burn as they sear my iris.
.
i try to turn away but
not all of me supports this notion.
so i remain in place. hoping this
will trigger the tears. no such luck.

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