He curls in on himself like a dead bird’s fist
Knees barred to chest with languid weeps of little boy
Wails of hollowed soul pair with cries
of grown man slipping through finger pulled hair
Contracted angst meets short breath
(Pause) before falling again
He’s warped metal in furied flame
Twist of mood turns to brief madness
The raging dip like hot fish dripping in batter and oil
Turning, frying, flipped against will
Dull eyes ignite
before turning to glass
Just waiting for glaze to become boiling rage
He curves like putty, malleable madman
Sweet gentle man turned listless again
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