Let It Be Purged Poem by Martin Byrne

Let It Be Purged



And then I said the words she would never forget
“The devils scars trace my body
Rot filling every lacerated pore and
Singing songs that request
Regurgitation of my soul.
Body stops the vomit
Vomit stops the soul
Soul stops the heart
Heart stops me.”

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