Surge now and again


A sufferer of emotion
a fluid surge
yearning for an escape
a churn
that rides up
anything
along the tail

vent, emptied
I lie hollow
left alone
only to pick
pieces of a wreck

no I can’t move
away from the
fiery shore
a wreath bountiful
tied to my being

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