he tear finally ceased
Ducts swollen and dehydrated
Brilliantly broken
A gentle flicker
Aroused my senses
Empowering the movement
to remove my body from a vomit soiled floor
For the possibility of power
Is sweeter than any sugar high
Once engulfed in obsession
The brain begins to restructure
Amputating ignorance
Filtering out the failures
Control is in the caution
Focus not on the futile
But the inspired intent
Avoiding the giving in to the guilt
Skin can always be cleansed
And yes, the scabs may scar
But bleeding bodies can repair
Always another purpose
Another new pleasure
So let me know how it feels sometime
When you realize you couldn't break me ?
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