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Patron Saint of Bridge Burners
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The crashing of the waves
And the furious sound they make
Are not enough to drown out
These turbulent and loud thoughts inside my brain
The serotonin rush
Is not enough to flood
These jagged neural pathways; ones not
Carved by running water–not
Riverbeds, but fractal lightning scars that mar my memories
With vivid scenes
Of savage things I
I wish I’d never seen
Caught perfectly
Perpetually
Burned as flash photography
The rolling tides of pain
In tandem with this crippling self-blame are dragging me out to sea;
Now it’s struggle or be swept beneath
The vicodin shroud
Is not enough to cloud
Or blacken out the faces
Captured in the polachrome
Or cross out the words written on the frame so hastily
It’s these vivid dreams
Of savage things
That cause this lack of sleep
Caught perfectly
Perpetually
Burned into my mind as flash photography
And the furious sound they make
Are not enough to drown out
These turbulent and loud thoughts inside my brain
The serotonin rush
Is not enough to flood
These jagged neural pathways; ones not
Carved by running water–not
Riverbeds, but fractal lightning scars that mar my memories
With vivid scenes
Of savage things I
I wish I’d never seen
Caught perfectly
Perpetually
Burned as flash photography
The rolling tides of pain
In tandem with this crippling self-blame are dragging me out to sea;
Now it’s struggle or be swept beneath
The vicodin shroud
Is not enough to cloud
Or blacken out the faces
Captured in the polachrome
Or cross out the words written on the frame so hastily
It’s these vivid dreams
Of savage things
That cause this lack of sleep
Caught perfectly
Perpetually
Burned into my mind as flash photography
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