aftermath

Is it normal, for it to hurt
Your chest in pain
from the suffocating
jabs of abnormal breaths
Your ribs pierce with screams of guilt
regret and lost love

Does your face cherry-up
swollen in fear
fear of stopping the knived
rivers pounding from your eyes

If you stop does the real feeling begin?

How do you break the dripping
demons your nostrils unleashed
The clench of your throat
squeezing out any good
you think you have left

Can you recover, be forgiven
Can you earn love, can you be it too?
Or is it too late, another sin unforgotten

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