Wrestles me, berates my writhing body
That convulses, bruised.
I rendered my last farewell
Harsh brutal; final.
The wild beast sheds a tear.
Its warm heart sours;
Swollen red and oozing sorrow.
I stab it in defiance — inexorably.
Yet It resides, forgotten
Shrivelling in the cold chambers
living; a slow painful death.
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