Trenches
calling
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Loud against my face*
The tired awake.
I walked denied.
The tombstone swayed.
I feel soaked with blood.
These all smell my flesh.
The crowds are calling.
Calling me.
The crowds are calling me.
These are the lies.
They run from this.
I cannot look, want to collapse.
The Calling.
The Calling
My sheltered minds…
They’re coming down.
They come again.
Loud against my face.
The tired awake.
I walked denied.
The tomb swayed.