Coup

[Coup]

I got this brittle shell
It's ready to expose core
baring my secret scar
even now as it cracks
I sip the inside yolk.
To protect my hurt
all I can do is nurture
my nature and creature
I offer no condolence
I clean up the cover up
looking for the way out
seeing just an exit wound
outside under 14.2 Psi
boiling cess pools abound
I think I'll drip in open bath
become aware of depth
with little to drown in
my life is on the line
this is paradise of paradox.
A life saving memories
spent at an absolute end
as the shade strikes deep
sinks familiar sun in me, never again
clarity is death, feeling very confused
I've wanted both. Was sure I didn't
such a sterile horizon, me in a jar
insightful I digress. Confess, reflex.
still my chin lifts so high
my mind rewinds mix tape
Stop. Pause. Play.
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