Through the wild weekend
and then back to it all.
These poisonous
soul-leeching monday mornings.
The deadbolt panic.
The mutiny of the mind.
Still dodging those
hellbound freight trains
of delusion.
You can't laugh it off
when your covered in bruises.
My heart stopped
at the red light
on my way back to work.
That's the last thing
I want to remember.
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