in my misspent youth
drunken swinging blindly in a rage
ring fingered fist connecting with
the acned face of night
loosening a tooth or two
satisfying crunch
flat of the fingers between knuckles
firmly into eye socket
like lovers just right meant to be fitting
into each other again and again
swelling pulsing feeling
the lifeblood of night
in my misspent youth
those who claimed to care gently
sheltered me from caring for myself
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