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I feel myself balancing
on the blooded razor blade
of a panic attack.

The words I read smolder
in my stomach; a toxic
and spicy gut.

My eyes race over pointed lines
begging for escape, preemptively
dodging reasons to despair.

It’s been like this
for days, and it will be like this
for days more

until humanity rears back,
and tosses it’s selfishness
from the horse,

spills its Superman blood
on the earth, and attaches
its saddle to another leggy beast,

bit between the teeth,
foisted upon heavy iron shoes,
ready to wear it’s gallop home.

© Trapper Markelz 2020

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