Beauty and the Beast

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This is restitution

This is reprieve from the anger and guilt

Built into blood and ancestor’s soul tree

Something overgrown into blackness

Into hatred consuming from the root

To the tips of fingers

Where revenge aches the most

Consistent breathing out without

The sharp breath in

To enlighten one’s mind to reality

And the overwhelming sense of fresh air taking

Yet bound down in this bog of emotion toiling

Roaming the earth for pieces far removed

From touch and taste and wonderful life

Against a volition of your own

Breaking, degrading down into

Insanity spreading

Collecting at your feet

Dragging you under

And if the red lust were greater

Then there would be no you

In place of a beast heaving





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