There’s a broken faucet in my mind

Spouting brackish water

From a jagged wound,

A sickly flood for my stomach

–

I’ll be filled to my scalp

Before I shut the valve

I’ll stagger drunk on the swill

Before I seek repair

–

And I’ll blast apart

In oil black geyser

After months of neglect

To thrash and moan in shreds

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All to keep the peace

Among friends and foes

For a fragile moment,

Before an old pain prevails