9.8

I will hit the ground like drums hammering;

 

The sounds echoing in the cave in my chest,

In the hollow of my heart.

 

My ribs trembling like rattling trees or wind battered street signs.

 

When I hit the ground the world will end.

 

I will hit the ground like drums pounding;

 

The sound echoing in the tunnels in my veins,

The city in my head.

 

My eyes burning with salt tears and acid memories.

 

When I hit the ground the world will end.

 

 

I hit the ground like drums exploding and...

 

and I can never finish anything....

 

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