Bile

Insanity burns in my soul

Charting a new course with no map

No roads

No vehicle save my hands and feet.

Crawling towards salvation

Re-learning how to walk on my own

How to run on my own

Reconstruct from ruins, a shattered splintered life.

Desperation is my glue, hope is the hammer I wield on the nails of determination.

My words are my machete through the tangled forest apocalypse.

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