I rage.
Tempestuous storm is my soul.
I am fire, crackling, painful, charred.
I am desire, earthy, quaking, destructive.
I rage.
Churning seas are my love.
I am hatred, sparking, crushing, thrashing.
I am loathing, slippery, oozing, sinking.
I rage.
I am lonely, cold, clutching, hollow.
I am spent, wasted, empty, snuffed.
I rage.

I am delicate, damaged, now devoured.

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