Decisions

Tear the bones out of my chest

Break them apart, bury the rest 

Fill my veins with golden ink

And steal the thoughts I’ve dared to think. 
As my words recline in troubled times

Do I more hurriedly digress?

Am I entombed in callous wounds

The gnashing flesh of my final test?

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