broken heart, broken head

piece of wood
in hand

broken chair
broken heart

throat
raw
screaming

glass
everywhere

must have been
some fucking point

I was trying
to make

(D. James)

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we ride when the sun sets

And I will
rip up the night

raise hell
for the hell of it

ride until the
road rolls up
behind me

until my tires
burn off the rims

and the sun
comes up to
stop me

dead
in my tracks

(D. James)