Did you ever think that
I wanted to scream?
To never again push myself down
My own nails clawing my
Esophagus
And finding no purchase
Instead scratched runes and ruins
Into my stomach lining
Declaring my home in its
Own displacement
Where the children of screams
(louder themselves)
Will known no other home
Than cocooned in acid
When all I want to do
Is return them to the
Motherland
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