A vision like a trumpet














It was a vision that wept within me like a tempest , howled like a wolf, destroyed like a hurricane. In the morning when i slipped into my second skin, my bones were margarine and i was lost within myself. Caught in howling winds that ravaged and scarred, shattered and broke. I denied a separate self, eager to taste the pangs of success, when it bled my way.

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