Dearest Rage

take care of me
when I am
most lost
and weakest

fill me up
a vessel to your force
swallow me whole
own me
every fibre in my body
abandoned to you

when you spit me out
i am crushed
a lump of stinking bile
vomit in the dirt
still buzzing from the ride

for EXPLOSION

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