Epic Poem: Part Six

Are you seriously counting footsteps
Whatever works
Not that you’re sane anymore

You think she thinks
this is possible?
Your name is not graffiti
splashed across a county.

You think he thinks
you’re still alive?
Your name is a branding.
The county is seeping torchlight;
your hair, a reminder of the fire.

You know
the definition of denial?
Look around
without parasitic glows
clogging your brain,
clinging to your eyelids!



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